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The Library
In my dreams, I hear whispers and echoes from abandoned books Begging for attention, from their old bookshelves and cozy library nooks Ghostly pages full of dust, some damaged from water leaks and mice Genres untouched for decades, fiction, cookbooks, self-help and advice I decided to try to find the old, abandoned town library, left dilapidated Rumored it's haunted and unsafe, waiting to be a tear down as stated It was gifted from a rich family, and cared for until no more descendants The town couldn’t afford the upkeep and feared the rumored tenants As I drove down a long country road, I could hear whispers of welcome I spotted an overgrown gravel road with a faded and worn Library sign As I read the sign, the colors sparkled and came to life for a brief second I quickly blinked and the sign remained faded and drab but still beckoned I walked to the library, hearing voices echo as I saw the oak wooden door The granite steps were clear with an old gold skeleton key on the floor I bent down to pick it up, once I held the key the library door opened Books flew off their shelves, pages echoed as if their words had spoken My alarm awakens me from my deep slumber as I remember my dream I wonder if this new town has such a place and what It could mean I grab the newspaper and there it is, the old town library is for sale I smile, I now know what my future with the old library would soon entail
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