I found the first proper book I ever owned. It’s a poetry collection, and I got it from my dad when I was 6 (or 7). I immediately felt the desire to bury myself in my favorite verses. So, I opened up the messiest folder on my laptop. And the few days I’ve spent ruffling…
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