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My morning was graced by the company of young readers; a patchwork of stories beautifully different woven together. Quietly in a corner of my daughter’s school I listened for fleeting moments while young readers gathered me into their favorite books, pulling the words from the page cautiously and joyfully one by one. Perched on a miniature chair, in a sunlight nook of the hallway I was profoundly moved by the simple gift of sharing a story in the timeless, ageless act of reading together.

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