The clicking of keyboards
The murmur of voices
The rustle of paper
The scritching of pencils
Light, shining through windows
Laughter, exchanged between friends
Words, more than one could imagine
Worlds, coming alive in my hands
The library is my safe space
I know it inside and out
No matter which one I enter
I recognize the atmosphere
Of quiet
And peace
And ease
And happiness
I slip into it
As if I am donning a cloak
And smile to myself
For I am home once more
The murmur of voices
The rustle of paper
The scritching of pencils
Light, shining through windows
Laughter, exchanged between friends
Words, more than one could imagine
Worlds, coming alive in my hands
The library is my safe space
I know it inside and out
No matter which one I enter
I recognize the atmosphere
Of quiet
And peace
And ease
And happiness
I slip into it
As if I am donning a cloak
And smile to myself
For I am home once more
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