I'm presently reading an old book called "Come into the garden, cook", which was written and published during WW2 - I'll write about the book itself later. One thing I love is to find little snippets and bits of paper inside books - I have even been known to buy an otherwise uninteresting book from a charity shop just to explore the little slips of handwritten paper peeking from the pages :)
Right in the centre of the Constance Spry book was a small piece of paper, with neat hand writing on it:
Difficult to read on the screen; this is what it says:
It will never come again -
the scent of bracken and rain;
the flip of the wind through the trees
and - the touch of a hand.
I think that's beautiful, and I've spent a while pondering on who could have written it, but ofcourse I'll never know. The piece of paper will be kept inside the book for future readers to discover and get the same thrill as I did.