This is for the people who make us who we are.
For the parents, grandparents, heroes.
For the authors who speak our hearts into existence.
For the friends who knew us before we changed our last names.
This is for the readers who want to be part of something but do not know how.
For writers who need to know they are not alone.
For poets who live their poetry, let it unravel down their sleeves.
For lovers who only know how to love cranked to eleven.
This is for people who hold on to all things good.
For packrats who never throw anything away from those they’ve lost.
For bookbrowsers who save every bookmark they find.
For letter-writers who know that love is easier to hold on to when it comes in the mail.
Let me remind you how it feels to be heard, to have words spoken directly to you. Let me remind you how it feels to carry a piece of the world in your pocket. There is more than enough to go around.