I remembered the second hand bookshop with its winding stair -
I went there, one tipsy summer afternoon -
Upstairs, I'd walked across creaking floorboards -
I could see the Cathedral through the narrow window -
Careless sunlight fell upon the bookshelves -
The love of words flowed over me, as strong as my love of gaudy nights -
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Monday 11 December 2017
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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