It sure don't look like much

He wipes his hands on a kercheef, then reaches into a deep pocket in his coat an pulls somethin out. He holds it like it's a babby bird or a feather or the most precious thing in the world. It sure don't look like much. Two bits of brown leather wrapped around lots of thin little pieces of dried old leafs or somethin.

It's a book, he says. He gives me a look like I oughta be impressed.

You don't say, I says. 

- Blood Red Road, Moira Young

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