11-24-2014, 02:32 AM
I have no idea where I am. It is in a dark place with one light shining onto a table made of dark wood.
On the table lies a beautiful book. The cover is leather,has a raised medallion in the center and is embossed with scroll work and figures. It has no title. It is about 5 inches thick. It is the most beautiful book I have ever seen. I open the book and all the pages are blank. I am surprised by this fact. I turn back to the first pages looking for a title page, a dedication page, an opening page or any clue to what it is for. I close the book and stand there confused. I run my hand over the binding and feel the embossing. I am sad. I wonder "
On the table lies a beautiful book. The cover is leather,has a raised medallion in the center and is embossed with scroll work and figures. It has no title. It is about 5 inches thick. It is the most beautiful book I have ever seen. I open the book and all the pages are blank. I am surprised by this fact. I turn back to the first pages looking for a title page, a dedication page, an opening page or any clue to what it is for. I close the book and stand there confused. I run my hand over the binding and feel the embossing. I am sad. I wonder "