7/29/13

Going through my late grandfather’s basement library, it amazes me how similar we were – book hoarders, reveling in dust and the smell of yellow pages. Composition notebooks filled to the brim with letters, essays, and stories for no one in particular. I wish that I had more of a chance to talk to him about our love of words.

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