(tales from the birdgirl)
May 20, 2014 § Leave a comment
Books are my solace, bookshelves their storage place.
Bookshelves comfort me …
… Sometimes, too, they store more than just books.
Tagged: anxiety, books, bookshelves, life, solace
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