By Author Robbin DeMeester The moment I walk into a library, I'm greeted by a familiar scent that instantly takes me back more than fifty years. It reminds me of hot summer afternoons growing up in the Midwest, when our house didn't have air conditioning, and the library became my favorite place to cool off. I can still remember the freedom I felt riding my bike to the library on my own, knowing my mom never worried because she knew exactly wher…
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