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Apr 2014
The library is a quiet, empty cave where voices echo like ghosts in a gymnasium.

Laughter.

You can feel the history here, both in the dusty tomes and the architectural nod to the Roman coliseum.

Strange visitors of which I am numbered as I stand here spouting poor poetry on my phone.

Enough.
You would have to have seen the Vancouver Public Library to fully understand this.
Michael Amery
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Michael Amery  Vancouver
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