#59

I picked a book to read today, and inside it was a note. I don't remember keeping it, but it was there - tucked between the last page and the back cover. Both the book and note were freckled: it has been three years. Or has it been four? I couldn't recall. I stopped counting years.

I picked a book to read today, and inside it was a picture of the past. Do I want it back, you ask? No, no, no. I'd like to leave it where it's currently at.