Dreams of yesterday . . . my library is paintd
and almost ready to be moved into. It has been
a process; make no mistake. The longing, planning
and happening; all of a piece. I can only imagine
the hours of enjoyment to be spent there. There
will be classes, discussions, conversations, teas
and a bit of solitude when needed. I so thank
my man! Bless him!
a haven of books
imaginings that wont quit
solace to be found
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