It’s my favorite bookstore in the entire city.
I have been its patron for years and years and years.
I have bought half of my books from there.
I love going there every chance I get.
I immerse myself between the shelves and browse through books,
my dear friends.
I pillage the fashion, the travel, and the fiction
sections.
I talk to store assistants about books and new releases.
They love working there just as much as I love being
there.
No wonder they love it there, I would have loved to work in a
bookstore as well.
The scent of the books makes me dizzy.
Every time I go to my favorite bookstore, I feel like in
heaven.
This is where I want to be.
I could live here.
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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page
156.
