I wandered around the second-hand book shop looking for literature with notes in the margin scribbled in pencil, or if it was given as a gift, a message of love. The last book I picked up had a note which read To Gabriel with my heartfelt love. I am yours, now and forever. What journey had this book taken to sit patiently waiting to be read once more? The man in the shop said they usually throw books away which have been written on by previous owners, but I love these books more. I never did conform. Tomorrow I shall wear a sun dress in a storm.
Posted on: Fri, 06 Jun 2014 20:47:47 +0000
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