ah th' joy of walking into th' bookstore in winter, coming in out of th' cold to a cup of something merry, four walls to contain th' body while th' mind is met by a thousand doors known as books. One never quite knows where you'll end up. Thank you for being there.
ah th' joy of walking into th' bookstore in winter, coming in out of th' cold to a cup of something merry, four walls to contain th' body while th' mind is met by a thousand doors known as books. One never quite knows where you'll end up. Thank you for being there.