Hunting for Treasure

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"His quaint opinons to inspect. his knowledge to unfold on what concerns our mutual mind, the literature of old;"

There is no feeling like that of being consumed by the pages of an antique book. Antique not in the sense of how long it has been sitting but more of so different a culture and view point that it is refreshing yet exciting. A feeling that when you are reading it hurts for you to look away because you are so caught up in what it has to say. Everything around you in a sense becomes irrelevent and the only thing that matters is whats going to happen next in this story. Then the book itself disappears and although the book is right infront of you and you are reading, all you see is are images of the story and all you hear are the characters and the story literally unfolds before your eyes. Being consumed by a book that radiates a time and place unlike that of your own is like a treasure hunt that never gets old because what you always seem to find is another story yet untold.

Emily Dickinson Selection

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