Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
What a gorgeous old book, William! I can almost smell the aroma coming from its faded, yellowed pages. 1818...love that year~~~
Isn’t that something, Jan? The smell and feel of the pages is amazing. What a pleasure to hold.
Im sneezing hard ,thats what I do to greet the old book :) im getting more sensitive every day cause I live in a midst of them...this one looks and sounds very interesting....
And wouldn’t you be surprised, Aleks, if the book sneezed back at you? It could happen, because I’m sure it’s alive....
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