I blogged recently about bookmarks, the ones I patiently gathered every time I went to the local bookshop (or another not local ones) and were mysteriously nowhere to be found. Well, they are still nowhere to be found, but I discovered new ones, Or rather, I found new ones I had forgotten I had: I just needed to check in my last unread purchases from the bookshop. Of course, there was a new bookmark in each one of them. So that solved my problem and the shortage. Still, the mystery of the lost ones remain. And the ordeal reminds me that I must find one specific place to store them.
Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
I put mine in a small vase sitting on my bookshelves.
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