The Journal of Lost Dreams
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Last published Thu, Aug 25, 2016
What follows are the contents of a journal I found while exploring my neighborhood park. It was lying at the bottom of a storm drain in a pile of ash. Despite extensive charring, most of its contents were still legible. The writer had scrawled a single sentence on the journal's cover:
"If you're reading this, light a match, drop it on the book and run the other way."
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