Today I've ventured forth in search of somewhere I can write. I find a change of pace, a shift in scenery, a variation in venue very helpful when I'm in between creative spurts. Will it help today's literary efforts? You be the judge.

A new building in town

I'm at the new library here in town. It's a handsome mixture of modern architecture and materials with old. The reading gallery is well lit, airy and open, with a wall of glass reaching well beyond the second story. Gunboat gray steel rods, an inch and a half in diameter, fitted with massive turnbuckles crisscross between the hulking rough-hewn timbers that support the free end of the trusses. Those trusses are monstrous wood and steel structures, each several feet thick and assembled with parallel rows of shiny steel bolts.

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