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As a child, I lived inside books. Then I grew up, and little changed but the books themselves. They spill off the shelves in my cottage, make cliffs at the side of the stairs and build towers by my bed. This is their story.
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4 comments:
another fabulous post - thanks for sharing
Hannah
Haha! I love these posts of yours. Hunter S Thompson is so darn fine!
Seeing this post has made me grateful I stayed up past my bed time.
(Desperate Reader)
Great photos! Love this post though I'm not a smoker. Agree Jack Kerouac is super cool!
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