Another day. Another library. Digging up the past. Sneezing with the spores that have claimed the pages. Seeing years compressed into near, hard bound volumes. Every once in a while, stray bits of information leap out. To use a cliche, because it is apt – time traveling this afternoon.

Horse shoes falling on cobbles roads and tram bells ringing, with men and women going by their day in a time when the being fast wasn’t a pre-requisite human trait.

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