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December 15, 2008 |
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I Never Realized How Bad Your Poetry Was
FOUND by Kristen
in Cedar Rapids, Iowa
I love the library. Mainly because it's free, and because it's about books. Poignant, I know. But it's really a cool idea if you think about it. All sorts of people that I have never met share in the same likes, and dislikes, of myself. We are all connected in many different ways. Think about this: I have brought home books with other people's bookmarks, ticket stubs, old receipts from the grocery store, or one of the most unforgettable- gobs of cat hair between the pages.
4 Weeks March 12, 2007 |
Comfort or Discomfort March 27, 2005 |
Things Could Be... October 05, 2006 |
So How'd You Know... December 23, 2001 |
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
