A grandmothers journal.
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Last published Sat, Oct 25, 2014
What started as another journal to write in and then soon forget, became something so much more meaningful than anything I could ever have. The thing is, is that it's not my journal. It has been long forgotten but I cant come to sense as to WHY it was forgotten. Maybe you can help me out. Tell me all things why. All things crazy about this journal. About my grandmothers writing in this journal.
*Somethings have been altered to save face. Thank you.
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