Remember that book I told you about in my last post? Well, I've picked it up a few times in the past few days. Read some snippets and put it back down. It sits on my dresser next to my bed. I get up in the morning and look at it, maybe glare at it, like a petulant teenager with assigned reading from their English teacher.
Well, this morning I get up and I'm sitting on the edge of the bed and glance over to where the book is. I was shocked. It was open to the foreward page that I had never read. Not only was it open to that page, the book was held open by a piece of clothing that I had laid on my dresser the night before.
I knew that someone, something, wanted me to read the foreward. So I did. I get it now.
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