Paper, words, sentences and tales


I've beginning to realise that i love the smell of old books. When i flip the yellowing pages, i can smell time.

I love touching the slightly rough texture of the old paper. Its a reminiscent.

I love the small serif typeface. Its welcoming and I see it as a respectable reputation.

And the words that make up sentences that create tales, that I love most of all.

Classics, nostalgic. Never dull even after countless others. Maybe its the smell, maybe its the texture of paper, maybe its the typeface. Or maybe its the stories being told, either way, I always come back.

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