If I could be brave enough to remember the first time I went into my local library at the torrid age of 18.

If I could be brave enough to remember what the librarian said to me, as the jaws of a shark stamped those books with a thud.

At first, I held them scared to death, as they contained words and were unnecessarily heavy.

And then as if secretly, I finished a thing calle...

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