Isn't this a picturesque row of verses? Sigh... how I do love books. Besides clothing, it's books that I have in the most absurd quantities. When I moved to New York I left them all behind at my parent's home. I happened to be reading my mother's copy of The Decameron at the time. It was the only leafy bound beauty that I brought. A couple years passed, and by then all my babies made their cross country trek back to me. I felt a little lonely without them; incomplete. I think being reunited with my treasures makes me love them all the more!
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