more love

i *love* old books. i love new books too but old books more. the dusty smell, the faded, speckled crumbling textures, the amazing images or designs or fonts. i love everything about them, even when they're mouse-chewed or mildew-stained or marked up (hopefully with a fountain pen a hundred years ago, or by a child with a pencil). my old library had a book sale twice a year and i would always go straight for the "old books" table. i'd scoop up as many as my box would hold, take them home and slowly look through them. just writing about it i'm craving that smell.

we went for a hike in the amazingly gorgeous forest park today. it was one of the most perfect days i've experienced in portland, even the part where an enthusiastic dog on the trail jumped up on me covering my pants with muddy footprints. not to be repetitive, but did i happen to mention my love for oregon? ;)

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