A slightly sensual love letter to Books.

It starts with the sound of our front-gate opening, as I arch back to peek out of the rain speckled window, I see the delivery boy walk up to ring the doorbell but, I'm already standing at the door, waiting, looking at his kind eyes and his kinder hands which hold you. It's half an... Continue Reading →

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