Why in the Wild...
Dear Readers,
The notebook is wet. Its pages are molested by the unrelenting midnight rain. I weep silently for it; whatever secrets were held within will now never see the light of another dawn.
Peace & Love,
J. S. Buchanan
The notebook is wet. Its pages are molested by the unrelenting midnight rain. I weep silently for it; whatever secrets were held within will now never see the light of another dawn.
Peace & Love,
J. S. Buchanan
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