Thursday, January 19, 2012

BOOKSTORE LOVE


lost in the aisles, time becomes immaterial;
new titles are poetry and art combined
a bookstore is a sanctuary, a cathedral
a place of holiness - the scent of ink and paper
real or imagined - fills me up

S.E.Ingraham©
Day 19

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