And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it.

The book, thick, bound twice over, just to be safe.
The leather is soft, though, after years of handling and
Printed in a bold strong font.
The pages have yellowed on the edge
But open the book and they’re white again.
There are chapters and sub chapters
Indexes and tables of contents
With many jottings in the margins
In handwritings that vary according to the year
To the ink
To the writer
Each bit of instruction modified for the owner of the book
It may be a living document
But it is treasured
Held close
Not to be trifled with.

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