Libraries! I love them . . . I become totally greedy when I'm in one. I'm almost compelled to check out full armloads of books at a time. The first library I have a clear memory of is
this one, in Wellsville, New York. This
library in Lexington--now a Carnegie Center for Literacy--was wonderful. The young readers' section was up a set of marble stairs, and I always felt as if I were climbing a staircase to some very magical place. Little did I know that I would marry a librarian--how perfect!
Ah, libraries--can't you almost smell that fabulous masses-o-books smell from here? Mmmm...
Libraries! I love them . . . I become totally greedy when I'm in one. I'm almost compelled to check out full armloads of books at a time. The first library I have a clear memory of is this one, in Wellsville, New York. This library in Lexington--now a Carnegie Center for Literacy--was wonderful. The young readers' section was up a set of marble stairs, and I always felt as if I were climbing a staircase to some very magical place. Little did I know that I would marry a librarian--how perfect!
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Yes, L really *is* for Library. Oh, and Lucky.
--B/xxx
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