The dessicated forms of past knowledge-seekers had turned into mortar, holding up the precarious walls of ancient books.
"Join us," they whispered.
"Eww," I replied. "Gross."
I had my photographs.
The dessicated forms of past knowledge-seekers had turned into mortar, holding up the precarious walls of ancient books.
"Join us," they whispered.
"Eww," I replied. "Gross."
I had my photographs.