Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispéd and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Bookmark

 

While on a small ladder in my closet looking for Christmas decorations a couple weeks ago, I found two small wooden boxes sitting on a high shelf. I parked them there and forgot about them. The contents of each box contain memorabilia from teenage and early adulthood such as photographs, awards, newspaper clippings, and so forth. One particular item caught my eye so I fished it out: a monogrammed brass bookmark. While I can’t exactly recall from whence it came, I gladly return it to use as I continue my reading adventures. 

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