Siblings explored the children’s room at the Bemidji Public Library in Bemidji, Minn.Jaida Grey Eagle for The New York Times
Step into a public library and you know what to expect.
First, there’s the smell: a paper bouquet of nothing and everything, including notes of vanilla, sawdust, wet coats, rubber soles and school. Then there are the spines lined up like soldiers, snug in plastic jackets. There are the shelves — metal, wood, sturdy as trees — stretching in every direction.
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