Life cycle of a book

Each printed marking felt warm on my leaves. Though the binding hurt a little, it was finished soon after and I was in darkness.Rumbling, stop, start, up and down, until the light came again and I saw many others like me.Many, many others.Light and dark cycled, until a creature held me.The creature opened me, our souls linking all through the wondrous moments it spent with me and my... Continue Reading →

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