nookncranny's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- tug pull i wanted to be closer to the dreams that comfort me, that steep me in a stronger sense of self. so i went to the book fair at the kids' school. i lingered long past other peoples' visits. scoured, poured, soaked. in the past week i'd entertained long conversations with settling. with "reality". because sometimes reality seems like such a relief from dreams. "couldn't i just blend?" but the librarian, whose job i was considering taking over upon her departure next year, sent me home with a fat stack of the tapes they send along with the book fairs. interviews from the past five years with authors and illustrators doing. the quickening, the heartsmashing wish. how can i possibly dismiss this passion urgently tugging pulling at my skirts? - ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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