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Hi, I am the founder of this blog and I want to tell you what is my idea with it.
First: Try to get readers interested in literature as a mode of expression.
Second: That my followers have a way of reading stories that can suggest and express all the wonders that literature can offer, without costing them anything, completely free and also give to my followers the links where they can buy my books with all the images included.

Third: Share stories and images with people in general and particularly with writers and photographers to whom I give them ideas of how they could do their work productive.

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