I see old scattered books, tumbledown dusty bookshelves, stuffed with old scrolls jars. Melancholy possessed me.
And the pouring through the only big window in this room light was so delightful as if the sun was just about to rise.
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I see old scattered books, tumbledown dusty bookshelves, stuffed with old scrolls jars. Melancholy possessed me.
And the pouring through the only big window in this room light was so delightful as if the sun was just about to rise.