I loathe that moment when my bookmark falls out of my book. I immediately panic thinking, "I'll never find my place." I always find it. It takes a little bit of thumbing and a few false starts, but it always happens.
My bookmark is currently on the carpet by my nightstand. I don't have the energy to find my place. I'll find it, though. I always do.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
That damn bookmark.
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Something tells me this is about more than a bookmark. I "get" symbolism, man. I went to college. You do always find your way. And if you lose your bookmark, you can borrow one from me. I'm not really sure what that means in terms of symbolism, but, literally, if you need a bookmark, I've got you covered.
I can't get anything past you ;)
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