Apparently, I decided to make my art's book turned into a journal book after so long thinking about to have one. Starting from today and onwards. Some day, I'll let anyone or especially to the loved ones or even when I'm gone, someone going to have and read it.
“Isn't it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess what the writing on them will be.”
― Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy in Spite of Herself
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