At home the bookshelves connected heaven and earth.

Lisel Mueller
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When you are at home, it is easy to forget that the world outside the house is also quite wonderful. It's a place where people can care about each other and have a sense of belonging. It's a place where bookshelves bond heaven and earth. When you are at home, all of your thoughts and feelings can be stored in your bookcase so you don't have to worry about anyone else having utter chaos in their lives.

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