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for the past week, i’ve been lamenting the fact that i’d have to return my copy of the selected prose of fernando pessoa—with all the dozens of sticky tabs i’ve been putting in—to the library next time i’m there. and between my pessoa, TW’s jewish reading, and the trauma history i’m working on, we were running out of sticky tabs.
today i called my mom when i was driving home to ask if we needed groceries, and she said we had something waiting outside our room.
and lo and behold:
a paperback of the selected prose of fernando pessoa and a pack of dozens of colors of sticky tabs! me and TW are probably gonna split them, since we have enough now for each of us to take our favorite color selections.
today i called my mom when i was driving home to ask if we needed groceries, and she said we had something waiting outside our room.
and lo and behold:
a paperback of the selected prose of fernando pessoa and a pack of dozens of colors of sticky tabs! me and TW are probably gonna split them, since we have enough now for each of us to take our favorite color selections.
