Today is World Book Day.
I thought of the library yesterday and realized, I miss the library. Going to the library is my hobby, my passion, my pastime. It's where I go when I need information or am looking for a particular book. It's where I go when I'm restless. Where I go to check out of this world and into another. It doesn't cost anything, nobody expects anything from me while I'm at the library, I get to pick and choose what I like, and I leave with stacks of books that make me feel as though I'm holding all I'll ever need. I'm hopeful the library will do curb-side pickup or find some way we can get books again. I miss the library.
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