Newfound Journal

Place is our subject of Inquiry

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We die to each other daily.
What we know of other people
Is only our memory of the moments
During which we knew them. And they have changed since then.
To pretend that they and we are the same
Is a useful and convenient social convention
Which must sometimes broken. We must also remember
That at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via bookmania)

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nprbooks:

Someone left us a present!  A traveling copy of Freaky Friday (RIP, Mary Rodgers) with a very intriguing Post-it note on the cover, and a code written on the side:

Bookcrossing.com is a site that connects people through books — you catch a book, read it, release it again, and log it on the site with your comments. Entering the code on our copy of Freaky Friday revealed a poignant message from user ResQgeek: “Registered in memory of my daughter, who was tragically killed on 30 August 2010.” 

We’re sorry for your loss — and we’ll pass the book on!

— Petra

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