i stack my old books on the shelf blowing the dust off the chipped wood to make a clean, safe home for these prized possessions that possess all the knowledge in the world (my world) combined. books that represent the person i want to be, the world i want to live in, and books that represent the person i am, the world that i've had to accept. neatly organized by color, the sight of the shelf is one i admire. it's much too beautiful to share. i step back from the stacks, turn away from the shelves, and walk out of the room. i lock the door behind me to keep my precious books safe.
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