The old bookstore downtown had a small, hidden nook in the back filled with dusty, vintage poetry books, a quiet sanctuary I stumbled upon by chance and immediately fell in love with.
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Making the most of this beautiful mess.
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The weight of a good book in my hands is pure contentment, its pages thick with stories that feel like old friends.
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