Typography-Test - Clare-Rose : Story-teller for Kids

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This is a paragraph. Clare-Rose Trevelyan believes that if all our stories were told, and all of our stories were listened to, we would find ourselves in a more gentle existence. Her particular love is to get kids thinking about how they are thinking and wondering about why they are wondering, by weaving the questions of eternity through her collections of books. She collaborates with as many friends as she can, in as many ways as she can, so that the stories end up mirroring a hypnotic, vivid, bouquet of truths. She likes mysteries and doing absolutely nothing at all with her family and friends, for days and days and days on end.

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WHAT WE DON'T KNOW

WE DON’T YET KNOW WHAT WE DON’T KNOW:    The front page of The New York Times in December 2017 exposed a department of the pentagon that was continuing to investigate the growing numbers of ‘ufo/uap’ sightings. I tried to talk about this with as many people as I could, as I found the news,…

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ABOUT EVERYTHING-WORLD

Welcome to Everything-World ~ The elusive tenth Red Wool Editions adventure, where YOU are the main character and author… Each of my current books has an accompanying “ride” in my imaginary theme park called EVERYTHING-WORLD. A travelling circus that roams from mind to mind. Each ride has the theme of their accompanying book. For example…

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THE MIRROR MAZE OF ONESELF C1R1

The Mirror Maze is a bright, kind and patient soul.She has no storybook to accompany her because her sole job is to welcome you into the sphere of your mind. She understands it may be difficult to define yourself, and tricky to answer some of her questions. She loves to watch how we all change…

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THE BUMPER CARS OF EVERYONE ELSE C1R2

  And softly in the distance, you hear your bumper car twists it’s eyeballs around to look at you. You walk to her across the rubbery black floor and past all the other cars, who whisper and giggle as you go past. Not in a mean way, in a sort of trance-like state of endless…