The day's walk to the park found me in my usual high spirits. It had become part of my routine that lifted me up. I passed the pond, which was sparkling like shower of gold was laid over it. Then as I approached the little free library box I got a sinking feeling. The door was flung open and something didn't feel right. My dread I looked inside. It seemed like the same books were on the shelves, but when I looked for the familiar copy of Stories of Robin Hood, I found it was no longer there.
I had told myself I would be happy if someone else took it, for it meant sharing it with someone, but when it finally happened, it greatly saddened me. Such is life. I was just up to the 8th of the 10 chapters. "Why couldn't it have waited a couple days?" Hopefully whoever has taken it is enjoying it as much as I did.
Of course I could get another copy and finish the story, Perhaps I will do that, but some part of the magic of it all feels interrupted.
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