Write one leaf about bookmarks.

Yesterday I dug out Nick Bantok’s The Egyptian Jukebox and once again sat down to try and solve this book-long visual puzzle. I purchased it over ten years ago and have tried two other times to crack its mystery. My reward has always been frustration. I’m pretty good with puzzles, especially the kind that challenge me to decipher clues.  But for whatever reason, the key to this puzzle eluded me.  When I opened the book last evening — comfortably settled in bed, cat curled up beside me, confident that I would be successful in my latest attempt — a blue index card scribbled with notes fluttered out. It had been marking the introductory inscription and landed in my lap beneath an important clue.  I had read this clue before, probably a hundred times, each time failing to grasp its meaning. Needing a starting point, I went back and forth from the clue to each puzzle and it slowly dawned on me that I had completely misinterpreted an obvious element. Without the bookmark, I presume I would have ended the evening irritatedly shoving this book back into the box where I had discovered it. Instead, I realized, the key to the puzzle turned out to be serendipity.

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