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I fell in love with a Moleskine ever since I held one in my hands. I love the way the blank pages seem to mock and taunt me into writing something on it.
This is my first Moleskine. I've called her Mnemosyne - the Greek goddess of memory. She keeps my memories for me, to share it back to me someday when I've conveniently forgotten.
Words adorn her pages like vine on an old castle wall. Photographs are like windows for my mind's eye to see. I've let her keep my stories so she can whisper them back to me like a mother's lullaby when I need comforting.
I used to write to save myself. Now, I write about how I am saved.
