My first escapewas atthe CharlestownPublic Librarywhere thetoolsI’d assembled,vowels and consonants,sounded out, – became.I reveled inthe magicof the words,in the keys thatevery dictionaryslipped to mewith a nod,and a wink.I escapedover and over,learning new lessons,trying outdifferentlives,wishingsometimes that Icouldstay foreverin the oldand forgottenbooksthat smelledof leatheror had gold edges.In stacks, onstairwells,of second hand storesfrom one coastto City Lightson the … Continue reading Escape
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