I never said it had to be big. I only said it had to be a gift. And lately for me, reading fiction has been just that. It is a gift to be able to sit down with endearing, compelling characters and enter into their world of adventure. They expect nothing from me. They simply tell their own story-truth, fears, flaws and all. I love the gentlemanly way of a book, how he holds open the door and waits for me to walk through at my own pace. Lately, that pace has been ferocious as I can’t wait to see what happens next. Today, I am thankful for the power of story.
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