Tsundoku

"It's not hoarding if it's books," a popular Internet saying proclaims. I, for one, heartily agree — but maybe I'm biased. I was raised by book lovers; books have been part of my life (and my home) for as long as I can remember. In my childhood homes, they piled up every which where: packed …

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Trolsk

A foggy October morning. A chill in the air as the world stirs to life in the sleepy pale of the morning light. Colors muted by a dim haze that sits silently upon the ground. As you walk along your usual path, the ground is firm and crunches softly underfoot, bitten by a light frost …

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