Mind Library
It feels as if I've stepped into the library I've always dreamed of inside my heart. A place with no interruptions, filled only with books, paintings, comfortable chairs, and quiet words that breathe in their own rhythm.
Every day, I enter my inner library--dusting the shelves, polishing the desk until it shines. Caring for it, as its devoted librarian, is my way of caring for myself. It is a treasure of the soul, one I would never trade for anything in the world.
There may be countless libraries in the world, but mine moves with me, always filled with my own tastes and memories.
On a rainy day, when the trees outside sway in the wind, I retreat to the tearoom of my Mind Library. From its shelves, I take a single sentence, pour myself a warm cup of tea, and let both word and warmth comfort me.
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