There is another floor upstairs, but it mostly serves as storage space for books that didn’t fit the main library. We should be safe there.
I close my eyes, lean back on the generously padded seat…
You admire the rich engraving of the books covers, the venerable age of the paper. But you can’t get your eyes off that metal ring.
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The red of that bookmark
Running a finger along the spine of books, going through titles, trying to imagine the worlds they contain.
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A book, carelessly left behind, on a sofa
William Morris, Love is Enough or the Freeing of Pharamond. London, 1873.
The Garland of Poetry & Prose
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