Powell’s Books in Portland

I read last night at the podium. The one carved of wood books, stacked one upon another. It was a moment. One to be appreciated for the feather in the cap thing it is. When you live your life surrounded by books, where bookstores are your candy store and then suddenly, you’re there and it’s you up at the stand. Yeah. Life made.

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