Next to a house of worship, the local library is a sanctuary that is also under-utilized. In the pre-Internet days, a trip to the library was necessary if you needed to do research.
The row-upon-row of dust-cover clad books offered a silent refuge during many stormy points in my life. Along each wall were thousands of stories, each holding a grain of truth, needing to be explored.
Eventually, I discovered my own story among the shelves, leading me back outside where I’ve crafted tales from my life’s adventures. It’s these adventures that have taught me to color outside the lines.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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