The Last Bookstore feels particularly vital in Los Angeles, a city often stereotyped as being more interested in screenplays than novels. It stands as a reminder that even in the entertainment capital ...
Rain fell. Wind chimes sounded. The lush greenery of the hillside brightened as the sun rebounded. There was silent meditation, an offering of prayer, and vibration of ...
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