
The Librarian shuffles
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His long rough beard
white as snow
His unkempt hair
white speckled grey
His robe once white
now a tired brown
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The Librarian watches
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Eager prying blue eyes
observe
Keen sharp ears
listen
Old gnarled hands
clasp a jewelled topped staff
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The Librarianβs presence is felt
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Why the Librarian
no one knows
They say
he is old as time itself
They know
he is a man to be feared
“His robe once white…now a tired brown” – on many levels. Thank you for sharing
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Always grateful for this great giftπ
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Welcome
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Fabulously evocative!
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You’re welcome
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Ooh, nice imagery! I love how you build a story from one image!
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Thank you!!! π
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Mrs Turnstone is scared of all librarians …
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oh, librarians are my bread π
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