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The Monastery of Used Bookstores
They're time machines. Confession booths. Repositories of the collective unconscious.
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They're time machines. Confession booths. Repositories of the collective unconscious.
Life
When the line moves, move with it. Not with the hurried shuffle of obligation, but with the deliberate steps of someone with purpose. There is a rhythm to a good line, a pulse that beats. Find it
creative writing
The cartography of imagination lies not in the charting but in the courage to sail beyond the edge.