Like the Russian proverb about how one fisherman spots another from one hundred yards away, I feel a familial affection for my fellow longtime, intense readers. We are kin. Quiet, introspective, tea-and-cozy-quilt-loving kin.
I am seen! (Crying now) I quilt too and have an epic mug collection. Ok, not two pages in and I can tell this might be a book for my personal library.
