The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

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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