Library

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Library

Some of my fondest childhood memories are of our public library.

The rows of bookshelves, piled so high they seemed to go on forever.

The smell of paper.

The discovery of new characters and old friends.

Being with my mum in an environment that gave her joy.

So we go to the library.

And I hope you too will love it.

And you'll be an adult who yearns for a private library of your very own.

And you'll relish in the pages of another world.

When we came home today you both poured the library bag out.

It's raining.

And so you sat in our living room, discovery new favourites, and revisiting old ones.

You were both lost in your literary worlds.