Chapter 17
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I walk along the shoreline,
Holding pebbles to the light.
Every one is beautiful,
Every one is right.
I stuff my bulging pockets with,
Small treasures from the rolling sea.
Two places make me feel so rich,
The ocean and the library.
The worth of a book is to be measured by what you can carry away from it. -James Bryce
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