My biblionautic chums and friends work starts on a new commission. Love Poems. First read the book then the end papers.
Wood cuts on re-claimed wood. I like to think of lovers carving their initials in to a tree. Inspired by Frances Cornford's poem... All Souls' Night.....
My love came back to me
Under the November tree
Shelterless and dim.
He did not think me strange or older,
Nor I, him.
Please note.... there are other studios/binderies doing stuff, spelling and grammar. Please further note, the opinion of the author may change at any moment. This is due to having an open mind of sorts.
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