A librarian remembers the particular scent of glue and dust, and if we’re so lucky – and I was – the smell of parchment, a quiet tanginess, softer than wood pulp or cotton rag. We would bury ourselves in books until flesh and paper became one and ink and blood at last ran together.
-Erika Swyler
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