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I had been here before, a long time ago.
I knew that but the memory of the time was faded. I knew the gritty nooks and crannies of these rocks, the sound of the water lapping at my feet, the patterns the sunlight made as it drifted down from the opening in the cave ceiling. 757 more words
She walks as what she is:
a young librarian on her day off.
Down the avenue lightly,
glasses because she needs them,
books because she reads them. 83 more words