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The Ole Golly Space

When I was about seven or so, my older sister read me Harriet the Spy, a book she liked so much she wanted to share with me, who couldn’t yet read that length of novel. Early in the book, we hit … Continue reading

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Wanderlust

Last Saturday when I arrived to open the bookshop, a high school girl was waiting outside.  I unlocked and let her in, and she knew immediately where she was heading.  She had been waiting, that warm summer morning, for me … Continue reading

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