Write your death poem or your own famous last words. This book was handmade in Indonesia; the pages are perhaps made of banana (only one side is smooth), and the cover is made of large leaves, like lotus, maybe. It’s a little fragile, but so is life. Please turn it around in the usual two weeks, and return to NovelCat when it’s … finished.
-NovelCat
Returned to creator, whose account is now closed.
Filed under: Journal, Not Traveling | Tagged: death, last words, poem, poetry |
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