Hi! I am a hobbyist writer trying to find myself in the dust of old book covers and the musty smell of old paper, I await a flower somewhere in one of these pages and will keep turning them until I find it. perhaps I will come across a treasure map? or letter of an ancestor proclaiming me heir to an ancient house? my bloodline tied to an ancient magic lost to the world. perhaps none of this will happen but at least I will have a moment of peace with my readings and writings and a good cup of coffee. thank you!