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5 min read The quaint little bookstore stood at the farthest corner of the road. The sunlight quite didn’t reach it and the smell of damp moss permeated the air. The little abbreviations on the door once golden were now rusty. The door seemed old and creaky and the dust settles on it almost as thickly as snow. Continue reading “https://redendron.com/wp-content/themes/gridd”

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