Old Books

I enjoy used book stores, the scent the feel of secondhand pages. They each have a character of their own. Seldom do I visit a used book store but what I’m reminded of Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco and his chance finding of the ancient book leading to the Abbey of yesteryear. I have yet to find anything equaling such interest, but I haven’t lost hope.

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