<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Sithy Things]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://aggiesprite.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[LC Aggie Sith]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://aggiesprite.wordpress.com/author/aggiesprite/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<div class="wpcom-reblog-snapshot"><div class="reblogger-note"><div class='reblogger-note-content'><blockquote><p>Too much going on around here, so I thought I would share this from my other blog. Hope y&#8217;all have a great day!</p>
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<p>I have a deep fondness for books. I love the feel of the paper and the solace I find turning a page. Usually I re-read a book about 50 times before I finally donate it or pass it on to someone.</p>

<p>There are some books, however, that won’t be taken in donations, or lending libraries, or that are too torn up as to make them readable. I have always hated, and I mean <em>hated</em> tossing out a book. It just rubs me the wrong way. I had bought several of those Harlequin Romance™ novels a while back as brain candy, and now couldn’t get rid of them to save them. Not even the thrift store wanted them. So, I took stock of my junk pile in the craft area, and found a 16×20 canvas that I didn’t need.</p>

<p>This is where the lightbulb went on, people. I decided to make…</p>
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