I absolutely love the atmosphere inside a bookstore.

The faint yet delicious smells of coffee mixed with new paper and ink.
The dull hum of other customers, staff and equipment that fades away but prevents lonely silence.
The myriad of covers, each unique and appealing to nearly every facet of one’s visual sense.

These walls contain such a vast and varied collection of distilled knowledge. How I wish I could experience the full impact of each title, taking in all that was intended by the authors.

Sadly, I will never be able to afford the time (never mind money) to enjoy even a fraction of the ever-changing tomes kept in this place.

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