“A large library with ceilings reaching the height of Nerad trees; With wooden shelves, some of which have undergone changes and have cracks.”; a beam of light passing through the northern window; dust particles dancing in this shaft of light; the scent of soil and untouched papers that have been sitting undisturbed for years.”

“For a while now, every day, I contemplate for hours! I must reach up and draw my hand across the window panes; that light uplifts my spirits.

This was within me.

And today, the windows on the northern side were cleaned; the light flooded into the library within me.

This library must improve; I want to see the capable and gentle hands of children who are in the turmoil of finding their favorite books in this library… I gather words together; may it become a meaningful companionship.