Hidden in a corner filled with the the dusty smell of old books and lingering yawns the weight of paper, I am nonplussed at the heaviness of words on paper held down by a paperweight and, when I fold them into corners, they gain in weight, treasures in my ink-stained hands while I illatebrate. How […]
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