I can still smell their distinct odor
The Scent Of A Woman Who Reads
S Lynn Knight ~ 🇺🇸🏳️‍🌈
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My fondest memory of the few months I spent at Sydney Uni. Circa 1988. Upper levels of the library where I revelled in ancient words and dust and oh the smell of the books. I never once came upon another soul. I lost all sense of time. My personal post apocalyptic idea of utopia.

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