bib·lio·phile
noun ˈbi-bl-ə-ˌf(-ə)l

A lover of books.

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I do.

November 13, 2013
It’s tea lights in old soup cans, and sparkling champagne glasses alive with bubbles. Hay bales and twine. Wooden letters and skeleton keys. My grandmother flying in with freshly cut silver locks and a bear hug that leaves one the good kind of breathless. There will be cake. A new dress for...
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