Flash Nonfiction: After Reading a Book Before Bed

Do you recall we once had an adventure too?

It was in that boring summer with no car or internet and not enough to read. So we set out of the house and down the road where deer walked along dried creeks  and suddenly this small suburb by the Devlish Mountain was the Shire or Avonlea–

Only that library could bring forth these places that now seemed so near, but nothing as close to the story you lived out yourself.



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