A Thought by Luke Cowling.
Maybe it saved your life. Made it better. Made it easier. Who knows. For me? I read The Call of the Wild by Jack London whilst I was in my younger years in school. Maybe I was 8, or 12, younger, older. I don’t really recall to be honest. Memory isn’t my strong suit.
Anyway, The Call of the Wild. I can’t particularly articulate why it is that book. Maybe I am looking through a haze of nostalgia. Maybe it truly is a perfect masterpiece. The point is that book introduced me to my love of the written word, for the keen appreciation for it. As a child, I’d finish it, turn to the first page, and start it again. I was that hooked.
Buck’s story is to credit for much I’ve done since, and truly I’m not certain why. But sometimes the mystery can be the best part, the edge just out of reaching, adding to the wonder.
LPC.
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