Madalin Dixon // BOOK

Start with the solid surface, feel the names.

Smell the slightly musty smell of age.

Travel through time, space, and imagination.

Held in the hand, feel the weight of many worlds.

 

Inky figures dance across the snowy white,

Telling of coming alive, falling in love, how we all die.

See what becomes of a billion lives.

Soft pages quickly turning.

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