‘On most days, you pick a book, and open it, and you read, and you are happy,’ the old librarian said, looking at his dalmatian.
‘But then sometimes, when you open a book, you find a dried butterfly that turns to powder at touch, and you weep.’
The dalmatian whined.
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Nice!
Fantastic!
Quite stunning indeed. really liked this one.
I have a dried flower in my copy of 2666. My mum used to put them in books all the time when I was little for a surprise.
This made me giggle! It reminded me of the famous talking dog on you tube 🙂 very fresh writing and plot – I love it!