From the shelf
Nothing in the canon is tethered to February 29. One line is set aside for this year, the same line for every reader.
February 29 stays in the book in common years. The lived calendar skips it. This page does not.
This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.
In 2089 this day opens on Jorge Luis Borges.
Arrow keys turn the day. S keeps the line. Slash focuses search.