My husband peeked his head through the door. Well? he said.
No, I replied. Not yet.
The night passed, the day passed, the night passed. My book sat in its cardboard box, the seal unbroken.
And then I opened it quietly, with no one around.
It was bigger than I thought.
I opened to the first page, and then the next page, and then the next. And then I put it down. And then I picked it up. And I opened it again and read another page, and then one more, then several. Then I closed it and opened it from the back. And I read it, well, backwards.
I gave it to a close friend. A designer friend. I knew that she would tell me the truth.
She liked it. She liked it a lot.
Oh, thank you, universe.
I hope you'll like it, too. Please, oh please, do.
PS I've been teaching my 12 year old son, Tristan, how to take pictures. The ones above are his.
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