It is a storyteller.
It is a map.
It is a letter.
It is an album.
It is the first day of a project.
It is the last day of waiting.
It is the night of milk and water.
It is the beginning of the end.
It is a picture of a woman on the verge.
It is a journal.
It is the place to constrain.
It is the place to let go.
It is not a sketchbook.
Unless it is.
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