"I clung to books and words because, unlike people,
they'd never abandon me."
Ruta Sepet
There is a singular gift under the tree. Curious if someone overlooked it or if it were deliberately abandoned. It appears to be a book, and one begins to wonder if it were truly meant for them, just waiting to be claimed.
One can meet a soul mate at a book exchange or joy can be claimed by discovering discarded fiction in a waiting room. Books have a way of finding us, whether hidden on our own book shelf or gifted by a friend.
Once the inner world of a book is exposed, it is difficult to forget the characters, challenges, and lessons whether learned or aborted. Our shelves may be filled with volumes that we cannot bare to let go. Unlike people, books never let us go.
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