Book’s gleaming green cover acts as guardian of gems inside.
Take a slow, deep breath through the nose – a new life awaits.
Paper pages rustle against dry skin, a gentle flop of plot progression.
Eyes appear to see inked squiggles, but true gaze sees another world.
Take a slow, deep breath through the nose – a new life awaits.
Musty pages smell of others’ hands, spilled coffee, old binding glues.
Eyes appear to see inked squiggles, but true gaze sees another world.
Minds’ nose smells salty breezes and bitter, wet wood.
Musty pages smell of others’ hands, spilled coffee, old binding glues.
Crackles and snaps spring from the fireplace, warming ears.
Minds’ nose smells salty breezes and bitter, wet wood.
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