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There are these momentsthat beg time to stand still.Moments of joy,and pain,and all the emotions inbetween.Moments of magicand of the ordinary.And there is this passionto record it somehow.Beyond just a word,or a picture.Instead, both,and more. Thoughts and feelingsthat rise to the surface.Waiting for me to releasethemthrough the page in front of me.
Why do I scrapbook?
It is a windowthat peers into my soul.And the view is simple,yet extraordinary.At least to me.For there is more therethan the words and pictures,papers and frill.It is me.And all that I am.And all that I hope to be.
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