The things unknown, but longed for still.
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A simple leather-bound notebook, two voices peering through their own words: plain, academic handwriting, and curvy, agile scrawlings. Notes are scribbled carefully, a few sketches regularly cover part of the pages. Thoughts and pictures are gathered there: inspirations, memories, reminders.
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