Box of Lovely Books

A box of lovely books is sitting in my hallway. Pride. Sweat. Tears. Fears. Joy. Hope.
A mix of memories of late nights, isolation, getting swept away by this story. Roaming the hills with Mrs. Rowe and her family. Lovely conversations and interviews. Juggling my kids and this work. Blurred vision. Aching back. Sore fingers.

Full heart.

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