The place beckoned each time she sat on the bus and passed it.
The smell of the place filled her senses.
The gleaming lights, shelves filled with books, quiet interiors
was a delight to witness.
However, what attracted her most was the smell, a musty, lingering smell
one that promised stories and secrets.
Hours could easily pass by just standing in one corner, with a book in one hand
and the smell creating an aura around her.
The shelves were all categorised as fiction, crime, biographies, history etc…
She always stood in front of the fiction shelf
each book title enticing her to enter the land, yet unexplored.
Dramas, love, passion, life, all trapped within those well-thumbed pages.
It was the most serene place where excitement brewed in every corner
It was the library!
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