Love?

What is like overflowing waterfalls and fountains?

What is something that will never un-stain your heart with its color?

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Day Dreaming. . .

I own a book shop. It’s quiet and cozy and smells like coffee, ink, and pumpkin pie spices. My book shop sits on the corner of the town market place, I love it here because I get to meet the most interesting people. I guess it helps that I carry every book anyone could ever want and somehow never run out of them.

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