Libraries are magical places.
See the books stacked on their shelves,
each one a gateway to another place,
awaiting only your touch to open.
Listen to the rustle of pages,
like the rustle of wings, strange birds
singing inside your mind.
Smell the sweet perfume,
redolent of almonds and vanilla
and hidden flowers.
Whatever your limitations --
young or old, halt or hale, novice or master,
books can take you beyond them.
Because libraries are magical places.
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This is why old books smell so good.