At the start of this journey, I stopped to have dinner with a bibliophile of long acquaintance. I’m not sure what prompted me to reach out to her. I’d questioned the impulse, almost dismissed it because it didn’t make sense to me. Sure, I was passing through her town. But we hadn’t talked in years, we’d never hung out.
Well, we found ourselves having a …
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