
There was a bookshelf in the house I grew up in that never changed. It was like the ruins of an ancient civilization left behind for those after the fall to decipher. […]
There was a bookshelf in the house I grew up in that never changed. It was like the ruins of an ancient civilization left behind for those after the fall to decipher. […]
I’ve been reading Robert Frost poems my whole life. There was a giant book of them on the dusty book shelf in my mother’s living room next to the record player, just […]