Can’t believe I reread a book without remembering I’ve read it before. And it’s only been three years. What am I thinking? Anyway, I enjoyed reading it again just the same.
It’s been a few years since I read a Maya Angelou book, an autobiography of Maya Angelou called I Know How the Caged Bird Sings. I am wondering where I shelved that one, the last book I read of her. then I found this, Letter To My Daughter. 
I hope I’ll enjoy this book too but knowing how Maya Angelou writes, I am sure I will. Her words dance and swim before your eyes, those seemingly inspirational thoughts that get you somehow.
“A friend may be waiting behind a stranger’s face.”
“Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.”
“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”
If you won’t be touched by these words, I don’t what will. By the way, this is my 121st book for this year.
Dreams And Escapes 
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