Just a little something that caught my attention. It was very fake, indeed it was some sort of sticker wallpaper but something about this patchwork of patterns felt genuine.
The real are an art form, and an acquired taste.
For a few decades I ignored them, then I felt some displeasure and gradually I came to appreciate them more and more.
They are books that tell wonderful old stories in private and public walls alike, for anyone to see.
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