I propose that the heft of a new journal is directly proportionate with
an author’s budding desire to fill it. The weight, the feel of its bound pages
in a writer’s hands feeds a the need to own each line of the fresh tome.
It is most likely something feral in us storytellers, indescribably and
incalculable to those not of the breed.
Just saying.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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