Written on September 7, 2024
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Bookstores were my life’s mooring Where my spirit felt both shy and effusive Shy, bashful, a girl wearing her heart on her sleeve, Effusive, flowing about the pages – impulsive, Resisting the urge to plow through the words Without indulging in the crisp scent of this new novel.
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