Those afternoons in the library, breathing the stale sun-warmed dust of a thousand stories (accented by the collective mildew of a hundred years of rising damp), had been enchanted.

Kate Morton
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This is a beautiful poem about someone who loves books and stories, and has been reading them since they were a child. The narrator has been reading for as long as they can remember, and has been enchanted by those stories from their childhood. They have been reliving those stories again as an adult, and they are loving every moment of it.

Source: The Lake House

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