Growing up, I spent hours at our dusty library , walking the stacks, picking out books, (as many as I wanted!), and reveled in losing myself in other worlds…riding ponies, traveling to deserts and palaces, trying on new personas, feeling and thinking what other people experienced. What a gift!

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Growing up, I spent hours at our dusty library , walking the stacks, picking out books, (as many as I wanted!), and reveled in losing myself in other worlds…riding ponies, traveling to deserts and palaces, trying on new personas, feeling and thinking what other people experienced. What a gift!

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