It was fat and loaded with stuff I knew I'd want. Minding my own business, content to chill, a music catalogue arrived through the post the other day to upset my equilibrium. It reminded me of what it was like before dead-tree publications became as endangered as the source that provides the wood to make the paper. Of course, this is a Good Thing - receiving electronic catalogues rather than physical if it helps the environment - but the mere presence of a corporeal manifestation of a supplier's wares begged me to look closer.
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