Friday, May 16, 2014

RIP Mary Stewart

I remember the summer day I was staying with my aunt in Northern Virginia, and she took me to a bookstore.  I remember where it was.  I remember how bright it was that day.  And I remember the very first time I ever saw the covers.  I was naive, I was only fourteen.  That was when I met Merlin.  That was when I met Mary Stewart.

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