There's the big red book for life events.
The little handheld notebook cradled in real Italian leather.
And the spiral bound notebook with a manila cover.
Oh, and of course the olive green Moleskin.
And now: here is this navy blue practical-looking blank journal.
The greatest thing is it's blank. Just waiting.
Waiting for all my thoughts, ideas, dreams, and secrets.
It starts living today, as I breath new life with my pen.
A little piece of me is rekindled, shed my melancholic apathy and rise with new blood pumping.
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