The Library; Wednesday [ 10/24 ]

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Worrying slightly that her dependence on tea might be getting a little extreme as she chose clutching onto her cup over putting some of the books away, Adah came in to open the library with a man named Lao-tzu whispering in her ear. He took upon the image of Tata Kuvudundu, only pale, with two long strands of a mustache over his chest. Still with the six toes, whispering in ashes on the floor. What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly.