Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
They are priceless, William...I wonder at how many other hands may have held them and who they possibly may have been. Their scent of old, must have added even more to your wonderful library.
The scent, the appearance, the solidity, the very promise — each book I add somehow changes the overall aspect of the room. Or is it my overall aspect? It’s good magic, that’s all I really know. As for the hands and minds that have held them, I imagine they are much like our own — and of course different, too. The world then, the world now. Thank you, Jan.
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