By: Jennifer Wood Laird
My fingers follow the grooves of the yellow bricks.
The doors open, always welcoming.
Lights flash me a wink.
Books shimmy for showtime.
“Choose me!”
But, Marion, the librarian, grins and displays the magic.
It’s here!
The sequel!
I’m spellbound!
My heart dances in The Yellow Brick House of Books.
Jennifer Wood Laird 
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