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One of my small, secret dreams is to own a perfectly cluttered, hole in the wall independent book shop with my significant other later in life. We would only sell books with pretty covers and the stacks would be up to the ceiling and I’d always have the perfect recommendations for whoever came wandering in the door. There’d be a sizeable poetry section and the used books would be sold upstairs like at Blackwells. It’d have a really great, witty literary name and the door frame would look very old and weathered, but the door itself would be painted bright blue.
It’s small and largely impractical, but it’s there at the back of my mind nonetheless.