Light brown sueded cover locked in close, tiny stitches to wraparound textured leather, two halves sealed with chain and bones, easy to part, quick to join, two signatures, each made the same, yet feel and know the difference, like two paths trod through lace and cloth to net and ribbon, by turns gentle, sharp, pliable, rough, smooth, quick to noise, and as silent as you turn the pages, all bound and divided, torn and stitched, made whole again, then parted, a private place, a place to be apart, yet always be together.
A book made, like sisters.
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