Sarah once gave me a beautiful journal, handbound and with stocky papers. I couldn't wait to write on it but whenever I sat down to write on it, I felt the pages too pretty and my words to petty for them. This blog sometimes seem like that handmade journal. So I am hibernating for a new format. I'd like to be more consistent. All this is of course procrastination for what I am supposed to be doing which I have no idea at the moment. But Fall is upon us and I have high hopes for Fall. I have hopes to fall, to fall and see where I land. I hope to fall into place, I hope to fall into a schedule, maybe even fall in love.
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