i went to the bookstore with the padres. it's a great bookstore, and i drank a delicious coffee drink. i walked through the language section: iehh. i browsed through the christian reading section: iehh. i walked through the philosophy section: the same. iehh. nothing beckons, nothing interests.
and then i spotted the poetry shelves. . . . .ahh the rows and rows of books, solidly bound compilations of verse of heart and mind. small collections, large collections. rude, kind, romantic, religious, solid, real, authentic.
it beckoned. and then my madre beckoned and it was time to go.
oh books of beautiful words -- i will return for you.
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