What Blooms in The Library Garden

This is where I gather the words that held me, healed me, and helped me see. Books that gave me language when I had none. Stories that became shelter. Come wonder The Library Garden. Something true might bloom.

For the book-lovers, the word-gatherers, the ones always searching for more.

 

If this stirred something in you, there’s more blooming beyond the gate…

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