Old Sepia Pages

Old Sepia Pages

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A girl, much better than she was before and having somehow secured a good college, sitting in the oddest of places: sometimes in her bathtub, sometimes on a park bench, sometimes on her terrace under the blazing sun; writing in a diary of sepia pages, searching for meaning and trying to put her life back together piece by piece. Sequel to "Old Yellow Pages" but can be read as a stand-alone. #findingyourself
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