![]() ![]() I'll let my journal grow just like the mind does, just like a tree or a beast does, just like life does. Then what shall I write? I can't just write that this happened then this happened then this happened to boring infinitum. I open the book and write the very first words: My name is Mina and I love the night. I keep on saying that I'll write a journal. There's an empty notebook lying on the table in the moonlight. ![]() ![]() ![]()
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