How many days in a row have I posted clouds pictures, again?
When I
Every page, covered with words.
My words.
The pages are slowly yellowing with age.
My age.
Within them, memories are recorded.
My memories.
And when I write in my journal,
I feel a sense of security.
My memories have been stored and locked away
So I'll be sure to never forget them,
Never in my life.
"When I," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, July 18th, 2011
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