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Spotted from across the room
Printed on vellum, daintily wrapped in twine
Picked up carefully, longingly
Getting lost in the smell, the feel of its essence

Taking me places I’d never been
To a world ages before mine
Travelling the seven seas on a wild roller-coaster ride
Swinging from laughter to tears and back

Time came and went
But failed to part us
Till the last page was lovingly turned
And to the shelf it returned