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  1. cpotrykus says:

    the ancient vellum felt soft between her callosed fingers. like the wing of a some preserved butterfly, it could crumble with a breath…and yet the smell, drew her in. an aroma loved-learned from a childhood amid her grandmothers musty things. a smell that begat comfort and antiquity and something more intangible…home.

    thats what your page makes me say. i love it

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