I am more than halfway through the book. Lately my only time to read has been my restful, epson-bone-soaking, bath time. Sometimes I only get to one chapter, but sometimes I have read up to 3 wonderful chapters at one time. There are some variances that depend on certain specifics or just simply how I feel at the time.
Reading is my time to stop thinking, but also to let the words direct me to a unique journey in time to someone else’s brush strokes telling the story.
Jewells of Thought 
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