The one hundred and eighty-fifth thing I love about us is the intimacy of being able to look into your journal and see your mind at work. I feel so privileged that you're okay with me reading it. Yes, I know, you put it out in public on blogger, so it's not just me that can read it. But I also know if you were keeping it in a cute little bound book with hearts and bunnies on the cover, you'd be just as keen on letting me see it.
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It's true, I would. I love reading your journal too!
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