Saturday, March 24, 2012

3.23.12--number 83

Going to the library.

Because I have loved them ever since I was old enough to hold my own library card, which seemed to me the ticket to the entire world, right there between the pages of countless books. To this day, when I enter the library, I take a deep breath and just inhale the scent of all those tomes, all that ink and paper and dust that creates that supremely unique smell that you only smell there, at a library.

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