Darkness had fallen, already, by the time I left the cafe. I walked to the grocery store in the misty rain. Armed with my trusty sidekick, of course. That old bookstore at the corner of Richards and Pender ~ what a treasure trove for one, like me, who adores the printed word, and bound, hardcover books with yellowed pages and passages underlined. The lights shone, with no one at home. So, I snapped away. And got this.
I wish you all a sacred and soothing Sunday.
1 comments:
There's only one old book store left from the old days of Cincinnati. Unfortunately, they're increasingly rare. How fortunate that you are still able to enjoy one near you. It looks wonderful to me.
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