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This is the tale of Williard Wigan.

Willard can’t read. He can’t write. People used to tease him and make him feel small.

So he escaped – not into drugs or booze, not into himself – Willard escaped into the head of a pin.

He embraced his impulse to care for those things that are dismissed, passed over and ignored. He started building houses for ants.

It’s not a bad beginning to a fairy tale but when you see it in reality…

It’s magic:

(bonus video points for using the term, “Dickens of a time.”)

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