i was just walking abbot kinney and a book laying on the street was red and caught my eye. I picked it up and the page opened to the holy energy centers of israel/palestine and the next page was about king david’s well! three steps further johnny found a golden paperclip, and my sister placed it over the page to mark it. all of my life books have just appeared on streets all over this planet, which just happen to explain the missing part of things I study. Books just come to me. isn’t that odd?
