A while back, I bought a photograph from the British Museum. It shows an engraving that's the centerpiece of my thesis. About a month ago, I realized I had misplaced it somehow. I thought it had fallen out of my blue binder, but that didn't make any sense because the brown photo envelope that it was safely protected in was still in the binder. I shrugged, and figured I'd blow another twenty bucks or so and buy another one.
Today, at the GMU library, I amassed a huge stack of books to go through. Some of them I had read already and just wanted to go back over for more details and to double-check my page numbers. One of them in particular, The Renaissance Print, had a lot of good information, and even had a picture of my print. So naturally, I flip to that page to see it.
Only to find, tucked neatly between those pages, my British Museum photo. Which was still there, months and months after I had last used the book and, apaprently, used the photo as a big ole' inappropriate bookmark.
I tucked it back into its photo envelope, which I still had been carrying around with me, said "Whoa, that was weird," and continued to read.
Whoa, that was weird.
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