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For me, words are like french-fries; I must have them, in fact, I have absolute gobs of them with me all the time any way. And a journal (of which I've also many) is then like ketchup. They go together, without out question; they are a cosmic and sacred pairing, not to be undone by say, some ketchup hating weirdo. And salt? The salt is born from my lovely and crazy life.
Journals, french-fries....you get it, I know you do wink
~Blissbug~
...said G. Stein, "Let me listen to me, and not them."
...said G. Stein, "Let me listen to me, and not them."