by Sara Etgen-Baker I often mounted my bicycle and sped down the street, my hair whipping back as I let my feet off the pedals and flew down the hill at a speed rivaling a cheetah. When I reached the point where the street curved, I slammed on the brakes hoping the unevenly worn brake […]
May 20 – A GIRL, A BICYCLE, A LIBRARIAN, AND A MAGICAL SPELL
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