Moths flutter in a dusty, book-filled room. A beam of sunlight warms up the paper and woodgrain. I was dwelling in the feeling of sitting in a cavernous space full of books.
Moths flutter in a dusty, book-filled room. A beam of sunlight warms up the paper and woodgrain. I was dwelling in the feeling of sitting in a cavernous space full of books.
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