When I was young, the world I loved most was filled with books, art and horses. Words on pages could carry me away within minutes. They still can. Walking into a library or an old book store is like entering a train station or airport…I just need to decide where I want to go. Sometimes, however, the most delightful surprise comes when a book takes you someplace you didn’t expect. And sometimes the process of creating art can do the same thing. Either way, the journey itself is what I enjoy most.
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