Here is a partial excerpt, as promised.
I would love to hear your thoughts about it :)
Here you go...
My fingers grazed the books. Every ridge, tattered cover and broken spine spoke to me like a dear old friend. The smell of worn pages sparked the familiar feelings of unfading wonder. Time stood still in these quiet aisles; only my soft footsteps alerting outsiders to the stirring of life. As I moved through the sections, my mind wandered.I had so much fun writing this piece. I love filling my projects with detailed imagery and explanations to things that would otherwise have gone unnoticed.
Becker’s Books was an escape from reality. The dark, wood shelves that lined the walls transported me to a forest, breathing life. The sleepy scent of pine trees and fresh rain relaxed my nerves. As I stood amongst the pages, I closed my eyes and imagined sitting on the moss and dirt covered floor with my back against an ever-growing tree. I watched the birds soar above me and the hares hop from one hiding place to the next. Here, life had a purpose. There was a plan without it ever being spoken. As my eyes slowly opened, I breathed in the remaining thoughts of freedom.
Have a blessed weekend everyone!
A.
Blessings with your writing.
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