Chapter by chapter.
Scene by scene
Page by page.
Paragraph by paragraph.
Line by line.
Word by word.
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I feel the paper between my fingertips,
The scent warming my soul,
The colorful dust jacket painting a picture.
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I can’t help but get pulled in.
The created has cast its net over,
Trapping me inside willingly.
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Amethyst Champagne
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I love this feeling! Most of my books are on my Kindle now, I miss the smell of books!
Oh the feeling of finding a good book to read.