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Heaven

March 9, 2018 by Lili Saintcrow

Last weekend my writing partner stole me away for some hooky. Which included, of course, a bookstore–Powell’s on Hawthorne. Bookstores mean safety and security, just like libraries do.

They also mean heaven.

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Categories Friday Photo, Life, Miscellaneous, Personal Schmersonal, Wonderment, Writing Tags books, pretty shinies, slight pause for station identification, we travel well
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