Today I sat in the living room with Mom and Heather. Dad was in the kitchen playing his guitar and singing. He was happy this morning. Smiles are normally on his face, but today his heart seemed to follow suite.
Sitting with mom and heather I noticed a book.
There is more time soaked into it than I can describe. It looked As if every page had been visited by thousands of captivated eyes. Hands had traced each line, to peer with more depth and intensity when a re-read took place.
Have you ever been so intrigued by a withered script?
Mom told me that it came from her Dad's library, my Papa. This deepened my desire to scan through the pages. As I did I wondered what he took from each word, each page. Yes, we would gleen a simillar message, but I couldn't help thinking his must have been grander than mine.
Perhaps the picture below captured some of my intrigue. That was the general idea.
-Jonlyn
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