Leaving behind the babble of the plaza, I enter the Library. I feel, almost physically, the gravitation of the books, the enveloping serenity of order, time magically dessicated and preserved.
Related Authors: Jorge Luis Borges | Dreamtigers
Related Topics: books, library, peace
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