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[the_rck]

Just before I woke up this morning, I had a dream that made me not want to wake up. I was traveling, and I found the most wonderful book store. It was full of books I'd never heard but that looked exactly like the sort of thing I'd love. The main problem was that the books weren't in any sort of order, so I had to grab everything that looked good as soon as I found it because I'd never find it again. I ended up with a huge pile of books.

I want ever so much to read those books. I don't think any of them really exist.

Ah, book store dreams... I have them every so often, and it's always painful to realize that those books don't really exist, that I can't read them. Still, it's fun browsing.