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So back in the day, for a few years I just kind of wandered all over the world, doing

part-time jobs, sleeping on friends, coaches I didn't know what I was looking for.

Didn't have a lot of money for lunch or the train fare whatever, but still I always

allowed myself one splurge.

Books.

I love books, I do the smell, the bindings, the stories, the knowledge.

I've purchased Buddhist texts in Korea, books on flower arranging, stacks, stacks of classic

science fiction and fantasy about books in Braille.

And I can see just fine, I just like touching them.

Books, old books, whole collections from a Japanese flea market.

A secret for Bitten Book chronicling the political history of Malaysia, collected notes of Charles

Darwin, slave journals in Taiwan.

I find an Egypt Chinese volume detailing the acupuncture and radiance of the body in

extraordinary detail.

It was last printed over a hundred years ago.

And because I don't have a home or whatever, a pack used treasures away.

I sent them to my mother's place in Grand Rapids, Michigan for safekeeping, hundreds of books,

each one with their own story of how they were bought, bartered, bet or traded for.

And they packed away his gifts to an older me because I have a vision for I am content,

happy, gray haired, wandering through a library of my own creation.

Something sometimes by myself, sometimes out loud to my loved ones and I see this place.

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