The things unknown, but longed for still.

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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Held together by the seams of his leather bound book, their love wrote black and white on crisp paper, all in which he wrote for the girl he could admire, but never fall for. But stories had a way of writing themselves, and hearts had a way of falling. cover by myself unedited

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