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Heavy oxfords paired with your favourite dark trousers; the pockets filled with library and café receipts.

Black earl grey tea and coffee cups left on the window-sill as rain falls softly. A classical record plays in the background, crackling with the grains of time.

The golden September light falling gently on the campus buildings. A cold breeze slips under your tweed and wool as you notice new secret engraving on the stone walls.

The feeling of a new notebook, leather bound and with empty white pages. Your fountain pen rolling along the wooden desk.

Your shoulder aches under the weight of all the books you’ve brought home, perfumed with the ancient musk of the hidden library you’ve discovered for the first time.

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If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever. 

I’m beginning to feel totally cut off from the world.