Robin SloanWalking the stacks in a library, dragging your fingers across the spines -- it's hard not to feel the presence of sleeping spirits.
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The library is not only the keeper of our collective knowledge but also the keeper of our cultural memory. We can feel the presence of those who have gone before us while we are immersed in the stacks. We want to grab hold of them and drag them back into the present for a while, taking a rest from their work to live out their lives without us.
Source: Mr. Penumbras 24Hour Bookstore
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