Whilst lollygagging in a Denver thrift store today I came upon these beauts. I had a mother with her little child eyeballing me and these books, so I gave her my best Kiersten glare I’ve got. Back off woman! These are mine! She was brewing up some way to steal them from my cart to put in her nursery. I just know it. Anywayz, they remind me of the books Ky and Cam found during our california book store adventure.
They date back to years 1960-1963 and have condensed stories about haunted houses, wolfpacks (if this story even mentions one vampire…so help me…) wild grapes, Mozart, and my personal favorite, Florence Nightingale. What gems!
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holy crapfest… those are so beautiful! I want them…
Be a good sister and hand them over.
xoxo
Aren’t they just beautiful? You should really see them in person.
smooches!