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I always think of journals as jars made of leather and paper where I preserve the moments of my life. If I don't write down what happens and what I'm thinking, the days just fade into oblivion. But if I capture them on paper, I can go back years later and remember almost every detail. Its like canning peach preserves; they taste so delicious in the summer time and if you can preserve them, you can have that wonderful experience again in the winter time when all is cold and bleak.
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