Today I’ll get the senior news distributed. Don’t want to
wait until Monday. It’s cold but clear and I have layers to keep warm. Thinking
about a couple of pages of recap in my journal along with the usual intention
of writing daily next year. When I look at old journals that are full of color,
poems, pictures, and now I have nothing pretty. I want to get back to that mind
set. The journal is a place for art.
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