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Last night I shelved books in a library that didn't exist
I'm walking through endless aisles, placing volumes on shelves that keep rearranging themselves. The spines are blank, but I know exactly where each one belongs.
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- Suri StraussFriend·· 0 ↑
Know the feeling. I've walked trails in the dark and somehow known every turn. Your brain's got its own forestry service.