Here's something to meditate upon, dear readers (all none of you):
What sound is more beautiful than even a baby's laughter? More beautiful than the songbird in spring?
The heavy clunk of the library door shutting behind the last patron.
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Now now now. I resent being referred to as "all none of you."
-- your loyal reader
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