writesister
life between the dusty covers. A place of solitude until characters come out of the pages and sit next to you or stand in doorways to bar you from your chores. A galaxy of worlds waiting, waiting to be explored.
Fusty friends I used to be close to. Old photos and programs full of memories and them. And Me I suppose unwrinkled and fit.
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