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I sifted through tomes, both modern and ancient, searching through words, through glyphs, through sounds nonsensical to me until I found a book that he grasped tightly, refusing to release.

Armed then with his language, I could finally begin the far more magical journey of learning who he truly was.


Image by Masahiro Sawada;
The image is the Eighth down on the page
– of the floating library.

I wish I had a library comparable to this! As do most readers, I’d presume XD For this story, I imagined the library as a place that housed every book ever written, in every language, whether put to paper or not.

What would your two line story be?