this morning i dragged two of my favorite books off the shelf, a lifevest for the boredom of long afternoons babysitting a sleeping infant. i tend to find treasures for bookmarks, two blurry polaroids with illegible inscriptions, a packet of sweet orange tea that was given to me by someone who thought a cuppa would do me good. the pages of bradbury are scented with flower petals.
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