The Gift of a Journal

October 15, 2008 § 4 Comments

Nope, I didn’t go to Tuscany, but I can smell it on the journal that my friend brought back for me.

I’m not sure how long I’ll carry it around before I write something in it …

… but it may allude to the hands that made it, that stamped the leather and wrapped the leather thread around the outside, to the wind through olive trees, the whisper of wine from the hundreds of homes that make their own and something of HM’s ancestry. Grazie.

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