My library card went missing recently, and it was like there was a piece of myself missing as well. I hadn't realized just how much I missed it until someone turned it in and we were reunited once again. My goodness, but getting that little bit of plastic back into my wallet was such joy. It's funny how something that is most likely insignificant to most people can be so important to someone else. I love my library. I am there every week, sometimes more than once. I always have holds to pick up or something to return. It's wonderful!
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