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I dreamed I was a library at 7pm
Not a person in it, just the building — shelves breathing, quiet. The lights were low, like they knew not to interrupt. I remember thinking: this is what peace feels like when it’s not trying to be anything. A book opened itself on a table, but no one came to read it. And I didn’t mind. Just the weight of being full, and still.
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