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Posted by restorel66 on April 26, 2008
Today, while writing
in a scrapbook, I completely lost
myself. Was it the faces of friends,
the words, the writing action,
or Mucinex-D that released me?
Somehow, for five minutes, while
making marks in a picture album,
I became free. I don’t know how
this happened, but I can’t help
thinking that scrapbooking
is what it ought to be.
