I love finding perfectly preserved leaves and news clippings pressed between the pages of 125-year-old books, don’t you?
I wrote a metaphor involving a hairpin into a WWII story. I got some 1940s books for research… and one of them had a hairpin inside marking the pages. Not so pretty as a preserved leaf, but the hairpin meant something to me. So cool…
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