and i don’t even journal

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Ever in deaccumulate mode, I tried to think of a good reason to keep these old books that hold nostalgic meaning to me. Blank. This picture of them would suffice. I don’t need to hold that orange zoo book in my hand to remember the hours and hours and hours I spent as a child poring over the black and white photos of scarily fanged poisonous snakes. I don’t need to hold that blue book in my hand to remember my first father-in-law’s infatuation with J.C. O’Hair’s dispensational theology. But then, then, I thought of my friend Rachel who turns old books into journals for profit.

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She delivered these today.

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No fangs in this picture, but this is the one I remember the best.

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Funny thing is, I don’t journal. This blog is the closest I’ll ever get to it. Not everything has to make sense, does it?

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PS: Rachel can be reached at endeavers[dot]rachel[at]gmail[dot]com.

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