P is for Page While writing online has its function. Its endless virtual space that can be thought of as pages. They aren’t in fact real pages. At least in the physical state, it is in fact a facsimile. Which had me in thought today, while I was reading, twelve months, a rather somber book from Jim Butcher. I kept thinking about pages. About how I waited so long to read this book. That finally I got to once again join a real joy of a book to read, even though this one especially is grieving.
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