Are Autistic Brains Too Much?

A story of books and words

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Growing up, there was a painting at my grandmother’s house of a woman sitting on a chair with a book in her hands. Being a lover of books myself, I found it fascinating, It was like an invisible line tying me to her. It wasn’t until many years later that I realized that book was a bible and the painting was a religious one.