"I miss home. This is my 4th day, and I still miss home. Even if home is not a home, it becomes home when you are away from home. The adults and children alike call this journal "deep". It is only what I think. I think about these things and let the ink flow like a great river. A beautiful blue and black river, flowing forever onward with all my knowledge."
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Journal Entries
AdventureA place to record my journal entries, starting from when I was 13 up until now.
