in my library to be. I was able to house
a plethora of books and recycle a multitude
of boxes. With each newly alphabetized
shelf, I found myself whispering, "Oh, I
must read you again." Or, "I don't recall you
my darling." So, it was slow going, but lovely
nonetheless. 'Twill be most fun finally settling
on a choice to take to bed with me. I'm exhausted
from visiting old friends all day, yet the exhilaration
still remains.
a forest of books
awaits my feverish mind
healing in reading
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