Many of us don't like second hand properties and possessions. We are okay with cars most of the time and of course houses are never an issue. However, it's always a different issue when that comes to clothes and other more private, intimate belongings.
I love vintage and rusting things. I seem to have an affinity to the old, used and the charming, so things like used book stores are as natural as air in my lungs.
It's like the secret garden each children strives to discover in their early years with it's mysteries, seeds of hopes and the reality of a world we can't yet understand probably will only be able to figure out. Used bookstores are something like that for me. They are my secret gardens where I can heal my tired heart and a soul that already has many wrinkles on the surface, still trying to appear youthful. A little bit of therapy is something we all need to find old souls, old loves and the hopes that doesn't seem to diminish no matter how hard life gets in the pages of donated and books sold back to bookstores.
Hello, used book stores.
1 comment:
Aren't most bookstores used? Sorry, just a little hyphen joke there.
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