Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.

Millions of tiny drops falls from the Sky.... 
And I wish your lips melts watery on mine.... ❤

These Pandemic times
It's a hard time
Our eyes cries
We pray, Lord We need 
Healing.

There have been times recently, since the begining of our troubles, when the site of David awake active, conscious, walking and talking has made me want to retch, so acute is my loathing of him.

Written By Nick Hornby

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