A Library Is The Door To Many

It Can't Be Dead. It Was Alive Just A Minute Ago.

What I Have Since Realized Is That If People Expect You To Be Brave, Sometimes You Pretend That You Are, Even When You Are Frightened Down To Your Very Bones.

I Wondered About Mrs. Winterbottom And What She Meant About Living A Tiny Life. If She Didn't Like All That Baking And Cleaning And Jumping Up To Get Bottles Of Nail Polish Remover And Sewing Hems, Why Did She Do It? Why Didn't She Tell Them To Do Some Of The Things Themselves? Maybe She Was Afraid There Would Be Nothing Left For Her To Do. There Would Be No Need For Her And She Would Become Invisible And No One Would Notice.

In A Course Of A Lifetime, What Does It Matter?

What Exactly Did People Do When They Had All The Time In The World And Could Do Whatever They Liked?