SelfPub: Plunge into that warm...

Plunge into that warm and distant time and not emerge until you’re blue in the face. To envelop yourself in the smell of old letters that I once sent to someone... someone who was waiting for them. Find vinyl records with some numbers written in pen. Get old vintage skates that grandma used to skate in. To see behind Byron’s book an old box, and in it all the most precious things, everything that was collected, stored and protected. How I want to hug it all... all this old, dusty and certainly warm... dear and endlessly loved, to press my cheek to all this treasure with a smile on my face and feel how a tear is about to run down my cheek in a stream...