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[likeboudica]

I have not been to the library today, and yet I seem to carry the smell of books, of old pages and ink, with me wherever I go today.

Strange, perhaps, but it makes me think of long days in the library with a heavy book in my lap and sunshine barely filtering through the windows. The scent reminds me of peacefulness and thoughtfulness and— maybe even contentness. So it is not wholly unwelcome, truly.

Are others experiencing the same? Is it a curse, then?

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[feigns]

It will yield something, but not necessarily what you expect or hope for.

[likeboudica]

It is not my expectations and hopes which are are talking of. [ there are many things from home that she would not mind forgetting, even though she knows that she should not and will not try to do so. ]

[feigns]

I thought we'd moved on and were speaking in general.

[likeboudica]

I suppose we may have, but it was still your concerns that led us here.

[feigns]

If I'm not horrendously mistaken, I believe that's how conversation works.

[likeboudica]

Usually, perhaps. They do not always move to the general, do they?