It seems like each time I visit my parents, I find an old gem. Whether it be clothes, plates, picture, etc.. I always find something. Lately, it has been books. My parents are cleaning out their library and I found this book tucked away. I haven't got a chance to really go through it yet, but I know it's a poem book by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and that I'm totally in love with the Art Deco cover.
I'm a huge sucker for books with neat covers. I'm quite possibly the most backwards librarian-in-training (judging books by their covers and all), but the art school girl in me comes out when I see stuff like this.
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That's lovely!
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