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January 20, 2003
She collected journals. The last time she counted, there were twenty-six blank paged, leather-bound books on a shelf in her living room. That's right, every page in all of those books were still blank.

She stroked the cover of the book in her hand, admiring the silver moon burned into the dark blue cover. On the top of each white page was written "Dream Journal". She smiled as she traced the words. Then she sighed and carefully placed the journal on the shelf with the rest of the books.

She didn't think her life was interesting enough to write about.