Filled with spines filed by the magic code of number and alphabet,
Over the years, wooden shelves replaced by cold metal.
Exhaling the scent of dust and aging paper –
A strong perfume that has been known to prompt sneezes.
A place of wonder-ment,
Elixir for the imagination.

Able to draw me in -> to a story
And draw me out -< of myself.
Freedom from other’s thoughts by
Filling me with other’s thoughts.
A place of seclusion and privacy
In the company of the multitudes.