How you would hold the worn out copy of an old classic close to your face and smell the magic?
How you would trace the folds and bumps and cracks on the rickety cover and tingle with pleasure as you felt its history?
Remember those shared moments of sudden eyecontact and knowing smiles over the shelf when you grabbed someone else's favourite?
The librarian's secret smile as she issued you a book she knew would change your thoughts forever.
The dreamy afternoons spent in the dark, musty magician's lair rummaging through the treasure trove of paperbacks and hardcovers.
I miss old libraries. A lot.
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