There is a dark, sad place where books end their days. Pencil scribbled school books. Encyclopedias wealthy with knowledge. Battered books with fragile thoughts. No one lovingly turns their pages. Their words drift away. Their covers remain closed. They have no stories to tell. They are The Colony of Forgotten Books.
She rescued the unwanted books. Cut deep inside them and released their tales. Stories of courage and remembered fields of poppies.
No longer cast aside these book whispered of intrigue and romance.
Theirs was a brave new world where troubadours sang and soldiers marched.
A world where beautiful creatures gathered together in enchanted forests.
‘”The friends and pleasures of which you speak cannot compare with the joys of which I speak.” Pilgrims Progress John Bunyan.
She rescued the rejected books . Saved their words and told their stories once again.
(I dive into the recycling bin at our local Thrift Shop to rescue books. The most difficult ones to find are sets of encyclopedias. They have long ago gone the way of the dodo bird. A cut book takes me about two months to put together. )