Worn and Reused.

She stood up.

Looked around.

Noticed the tables with their cohorts of chairs that seemed unnoticed, disinterested and mundane.

How can all of these be associated with chairs?


You would be surprised.

They had long since been replaced with the new and the shiny, the adept and the 'quicker', pieces of equipment that would be harder to replace due to the multi-functions that they put to action. And why wouldn't they? They were sleeker and up-to-date.

But not these ones. These were wooden with bits of paint still peeling off of their legs - how embarrassing. These were ones in the dark and though not especially dank, it was a dingy sort of place. A place where things like secrets would be exchanged, a place for whispers, a place for the old to take hold and stay true. A place where culture and history could stem, where individuals for years to come would say I remember that place. Yes, it was so much more than a library, it was a initiating start.

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