For reading hours with a fox.
Wood and felt combined as a bookmarker.
With a book, one can escape easily, without running away, just as with music. Where ever You are. In between of light pages awaiting bookmark is like a wood-scented ticket to some hidden place, to some slower time. Your fingertips follow it and suddenly You appear somewhere else, reading under a tree on a hill high above the sinking valleys or maybe somewhere in the lowlands, among verdure close to a sage. Where is safe. Where ever You want it to be.
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