Books. Remember them? Paper and that great smell, wrapping up all those wonderful words. Amy and I dumpster dived and picked through dusty shelves for a few way-back gems. Old fairy tales, a children’s encyclopedia from 1963 (when Pluto was still a planet and we hadn’t gone to the moon), even an old cosmetology textbook. Curl up with a cuppa and we’ll read for a bit.
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