I want a journal. A leather bound journal with thick yellow pages. I could sketch all my ideas and record my thoughts within its bindings and be able to survive my stressful days. I could write prayers in it and God could picture the words and form them into the perfect sense I was trying to make.
Each page would be filled, and each would represent a day in my life.
The book would be a comfort and feel sturdy in my hands. A woman's journal, not a diary.
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