About a week ago—while going through stacks of books, I came across a lone journal of mine. It had somehow found its own path, away from all the other journals stacked neatly against my "keepers" bookshelf.
About a week ago—while going through stacks of books, I came across a lone journal of mine. It had somehow found its own path, away from all the other journals stacked neatly against my "keepers" bookshelf.