“When I was a child, rare and fusty tomes had been the boundaries of my life, giving it shape and meaning. There were books in the winding rooms of my father’s shop older than my child’s mind could imagine, volumes that had seen kings rise and fall, buildings crumble and wars fade from memory. Books endure, my father would say. They endure, as we do not.” (A. D. Bell, The Bookbinder’s Secret)
Rolando Andrés Ramos 
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