The
library's tall round columns beckon me. The doors open wordlessly with my
approach. The cool swoosh of solid AC assures me the weather inside is under
control. I leave behind the baking sidewalks. 
My toes cry to be let loose of my sandals and glide on the cool tile floors. The librarian behind the reference desk smiles her welcome. The murmur of scholars' voices, hum of the lights, whir of machines join in. Window paned walls of sunlight surround my favorite table and I take my place.
Shelves hold
books. Books stand shoulder to shoulder waiting. Patience. Allure. Curiosity. .
Books hold cities, nations, entire worlds. Like the horizon entices the
traveler, books entice the discoverer. Words and ideas waiting to be seen, heard and known. TIme to explore. To discover. To grow. 
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