It is filled cover to cover with 3 months worth of dreams, plans, poetry and secrets.
Now it is missing. probably on a curb somewhere in wicker park covered in snow, where I last saw it in my bag next to my pint of whiskey.
I'm extremely upset to lose something that I've wrote in every day since this year began.
At the least I hope someone finds it and reads it and enjoys it.
and if YOU happen to stumble upon it, please read and return.
Thank you.
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