I like books. I like any books which give off some form of historic culture and by that I mean I love faded front covers, I love when the spine begins to deteriorate and I enjoy the paper turning a pale brown colour after so much use.
Not so long ago, I purchased a small leather book which had been handmade by some lovely people in Carlisle and since then I haven't yet written in it. However I have also purchased another book similar to it and created a small little collection.
It has taken me up till yesterday to finally write in and I've decided to turn it into my little poetry book.
Whether it will hold 4 pages of poetry, I do not know. Or maybe just a simple 5 worded sentence describing my current situation.
Who really knows?
But I love my little brown broken book.
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Je prends ma plume partout.
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