lorretine´s lovely photoThe deliciousness of blank pages, waiting for any scribble and scrawl, born to absorb the ink, the words, the lines, the lives, the love of just writing, feeling the difference of each pen as it slipes slides glosses scratches drags across the page. are the words worthy of such paper, such pages, such golden edges, such luxe leather crackled and soft and padded and waiting and waiting.
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