/lit/ - Literature

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O' to be blessed with a local library, where ideas meet in hushed whispers; where the smells of patrons intermingle upon the pages. Where ink of fifty different pens dries, smears, and captures a thousand points of genius, to be lost as footnotes; tears in the rain. Where bent pages shout, "I could take no more, but I must continue!" before the glasses are removed and a pinch between the eyebrows centers the mind once again in reality.