I thirst for more.
I want to scour each and every page, inhale the dust and fibres of time and discovery of each sheet as I feel its smooth roughness under my fingertips. I can almost hear the journey itself; the shushing of sanctity and the crunch of the turning page. I am on a pilgrimage–– I search for truths and faith, devote myself to eternal wonder.
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