i clutch the cover. i'm inside my head. no one can bother me here.
can't a girl get any good feathers in this town?
the colors, the pages, the paper, the binding, the words, the ink. a bookstore is the only place in town i feel like i belong. besides up on the mountain with the birds and the creatures.
rectangles of lives call out to me from the endless shelves. i must respond, i must. searching through the mazes of ideas, i have to find the one i can afford to save tonight. i carefully handle a couple, and make my decision. the hardback about environmentalism.
in solitude, i'm learning to find strength.
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