Not to mention pages — the ones you dog-ear because you’re not ready to let go. The ones stained with coffee, tears, or beach sand. The ones that fall open naturally, like an old friend’s favorite story.
Pages are quiet witnesses. They don’t judge your speed, your skimming, or your need to reread the same paragraph four times. nottomatopages
📖 What’s a page you’ll never forget? Not to mention pages — the ones you
So here’s to the pages between the plot — the spaces where you pause, breathe, and exist alongside the story. and exist alongside the story.