Leaves of Parchment
Times of old dwindle throughout captured in leaves of parchment sewed individually into bounded Moroccan, Spanish, and Russian Leathers, seeping the smells of old centuries wisdom enclosed.
Taking the mind into the beyond where great stories are forged and fantasies made.
Smells of musk, vanilla, and tobacco fill the air with the sweet hymms of melodies playing from a far.
Dripping wax from candles burnt fall upon parchment, and the taste of whiskey near the crackling of the fire leave one's mind lost between worlds.
The setting of the sun glides down in an array of colors throughout the land, sweeping all that is, all that is known, and all that was, as the crinkle of every page turns.
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