All Are Welcome

He stood outside the Reading Roompressing his face against the glassreading the Bible,in faded jeans,long hair, tangled beard;looking tired, hungry.His lips moved as he scanned a pagethen peered to see inside.

He shrugged and stepped away to leave,turned suddenly, as if propelledby an unseen force,and shyly opened the door."Can I come in?" he asked.The librarian smiled, "Of course.""I saw the sign, 'All Are Welcome,'but I didn't knowif it meant someone like me."He ran his fingers through his hairtrying to smooth it.

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