i read the most amazing book yesterday.
every page was a surprise, very much like the book itself. it had an array of colours splashed, drawn, painted, scribbled, doodled, mixed and designed on every page.
oil pastels, crayons, poster paint, all textures that you can see, smell and feel.
covering from a-z, the book had poems of the same number as alaphabets - all spelling genuine sincerity and overflowing of love. the author had written it specifically and specially, probably not realising how much emotion and feelings could have been evoked so easily with those words.
every other page had pictures to accompany those words, which were stringed together like a beautiful handmade necklace from seashells, corals and precious stones. And possibly even the scent of the sea salt breeze.
this amazing book, isn't for sale. ever.
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