Write Me A Poem I was scanning a bookshelf in my house, deciding what to keep and what to give away, when I spotted three diaries tucked between a pair of deco bronze bookends of nude women reading. The diaries were old, the bindings were shredded and the Chinese brush stroke covers had seen better days. I had forgotten about them and I felt slightly reluctant as I took them off the shelf and opened the first one.
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I loved reading this as a reminder to go ahead and dig into the past for hidden treasures