I went out for another morning walk, this time in a different direction, and found another Little Free Library.
They’re popping up like literary mushrooms in people’s yards around here. I admire the craftsmanship of the libraries themselves. Not only do they look nice, but the books inside are dry despite the heavy rains we’ve had recently. Maybe I’ll remember to take a book with me sometime and add it to one of the collections.
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