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winterSmith 
Hamlet indeed – but I took meaning from the word mystery on the far wall and learning and journeys shelved in this store. Your images make me ache to visit a proper bookstore that smells slightly old and the floor creaks and the customers are oblivious to time and space.
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Imagine what this would look like if you robbed a bank to buy a perspective-correction lens ….
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I assume you’ll be getting me one of those for Christmas.
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Dawn’s comment and your photography … boy, talk about time to reflect on my life. I don’t know if I have the patience to be in a bookstore as a browser, anymore. I’ve become a “get it and get out” sort of person. wasn’t like that a few years back. my lesson here is to slow down. thanks, you two. I needed to hear and see that.
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