Jutting out from the depths are exactly what I was looking for: bookmarks. Rows upon rows of them, in fact. But instead of alleviating my current need, the image fills me with a brief—but very real—dread.
Over at Read It Forward, Jonathan Russell Clark writes about the dreadful feeling of considering bookmarks as tombstones of unfinished books.
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