Few things in life are comparable to the feeling of contentment I get when I leave the library with a whole heavy backpack of books on my back. It's the curiosity that preceeds research, it's the forging of a complicity with the load on my back, built by bringing out into the light books that nobody has borrowed since 2000, it's the anticipation of my red blanket and a cup of hot tea, it's the teacher's raised eyebrow over one more strange idea the girl in black has come up with.
There are two things that always make me smile, without fail: going home to a doll that needs to be finished, and a backpack full of books. What makes you smile?
There are two things that always make me smile, without fail: going home to a doll that needs to be finished, and a backpack full of books. What makes you smile?
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