
books are so beautiful; each page tells a story, literally and figuratively. the bent corners and loose pages, the stains and waviness of pages once wet; they’re all indications as to what type of people have read the book. they tell us where the book has been and let us simply imagine what it was doing there. the words tell a story too obviously, but i often wonder how that’s the only story people pay attention to.
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