Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.
Shannon HaleShe closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.
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Shannon Hale