There is this little bookstore that specializes in antique books, poetry, philosophy, and others that I am in love with. It is my Safe haven. I go in there at least once a week just to be. I wonder through the isles smelling the books and reading title after title. Today I went just to look around and ended up leaving with four books. The aroma of old books is enough to keep me sustained for the rest of my existence. And if I could live there I would. 

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