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Visit your local Library.

This house of books with it's smell of timeless words, forgotten worlds, and the human substance. Brings me a small piece of peace. A shelter from the storm that rages outside these walls.

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jr-matheny

American

Published: Oct 21, 2013
LinesWords: 1433

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