Library Hours Byron Hoot In the marginalia of my life I have written notes I swore not to forget and then misplaced the memory, forgetting what I said I wouldn’t. I have volumes like that scattered across my heart, my soul – the librarian waiting for what’s overdue to be checked in. The hours posted on the library door – Open Always.
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