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Impact

Old books are classy, the unpleasant moist smell and rough edges of the pages that have been touched by so many hands are a memoir of the lives they have touched. When your teardrop leaves a mark right next to that of a complete stranger, hundreds or perhaps millions of miles away, you somehow understand what they felt and what made them feel that way. Old books create a mysterious association among people who have never met, and probably never would. Old books carry so much beauty within them.