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While sorting through some old books, looking for images to use on my notecards for Lenna's latest swap (look here for details, registration is still open!), I found this page. It is a poem about a child being given her first ever journal on New Year's Day, and her aunt thinking about her own journal, and the people and events recorded there. It's a very poignant poem about how things might not have been as you wish but there they are, recorded as they happened. On this New Years Day, at the start of a fresh year (and century) I thought it was worth sharing, I hope you'll agree.
Virginia, Rocking Friday Queen, posted today about 2011 being a fresh blank canvas, and her post struck a chord with me too. Click here to read it.