Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Good girl! Saving those scrap papers is the perfect Evidence of your weekend at VR to put in your journal. Nothing is ever wasted :)
Oh, you MUST save papers! I have two whole boxes of papers!this color palette is NEAT!
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