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Recording


On an island, far as the eye can see, just waves crashing against the shore. Birds soaring in the skies above searching for a meal. How can one record one thoughts after each day? With a book, a book that can spot anything of notice from the previous day.  Searching for any interesting stories among the coast. With this my mind can be clear of doubt. Each day I set my mind to complete the day’s goals, then repeat for the next day. Every day I grow more attach to my book, it allows insight into the past, while serving as a bridge for my future. 

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