Last night in a "dream" I found a bookstore where they were holding a steam punk convention. Everyone was dressed in beautiful velvets, brocades, and lace standing in between the book shelves chatting about fantasy and science fiction, my favorite genre reading materials. They were having fun, but I wanted to look at the books.
There were so many books! I was browsing and finding classics, old favorites, ones I had never known all piled and stuffed into these shelves. I pulled out a beautifully bound book with embossed print and elaborate papers. A man in a wheel chair came up to me and said, there is a plate on the front page and a doobie in the back. I flipped to the back of the book and sure enough there was a half smoked doobie pressed between the back cover and last page. Quite a bargain.
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