Fear, love... and betrayal; that's what I feel about my new life.
It's a life I never asked for, at least not like that.
I certainly dreamed of adventure, of escaping from my ordinary life, but nothing prepared me for what would happen when my norma...
I should leave, though, or else I won't be able to read my book tonight. I grab my leather jacket and cellphone and head out the door. I love to walk to work; at my pace, the trip takes me forty-five minutes, which means slow, very slow. I love to listen to music and get into my own little world while getting some fresh air. Woodstock is a small town, not the better-known Woodstock of concert fame, but simply Woodstock, Vermont. The contrast between the forests that surround us and the heritage homes gives the area a pastoral look. It's magical during the Holiday Season with its Christmas lights in the town center; fall is wonderful with its colorful leaves; but nothing beats summer here. The scent of the summer foliage is intoxicating and the roads are all lined with leafy trees that create an intimate ambiance.
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If I had only one song that I could play in a continuous loop during my walks, and the one that always sticks in my head, it's Radiohead's "Creep". I have always felt as if I were on the margins of society, as if I didn't belong and I couldn't be categorized; I feel as if the song were written for me. I put on my headset and start off for the library.
After quite a few songs, I finally arrive at my destination. I feel so lucky to work in such a lovely place. The library is quite simply magnificent. It was built in 1800 and looks somewhat like an old Norman style church. In fact, this building has a special cachet.
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When you push open the great big glass entrance doors and spot the wooden vaulted ceiling, the crisscrossing arches and the wooden bookshelves...it never gets old. The thing that pleases me most though is the scent of the books. It is a smell that automatically transports me to a world that is better than reality, one of tales and stories, each one better than the next. In the absolute silence I can almost hear the whispering of the pages.
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