Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Mountains of Books!

Aren't used books the best?

They have so much character,  such history.
I got this book of poetry from the library sale, and by all stamps and signatures, it's been in at least three public libraries, two private collections and has travelled from New York (where it was published) across the United States to end up here in the Pacific Northwest. All since at least 1896. This book has gotten around.

Just think of all the hands, all the eyes that have roamed it's pages. How many lovers has it spoken to? How many lonely hearts, reminiscent of days past? This is the legacy I am now a part of, in owning this bit of fabric, paper and thought. It gives me chills!

I picked up a beautiful book today, and fell so in love it's become a part of my soul.

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