Beautiful Thoughts

She stood, her hands at her sides, people passing her by on their individual tasks.  Her long, faded red hair was thrown back over her shoulders as she peered at the bookshelf in front of her.  Notebooks: a simple, taken-for-granted piece of everyday life that had been slowly replaced by smartphones and tablets were a singular passion of hers.  She had made a collection of interesting notebooks back in school, but disuse prompted her to sell them or give them away.  There was a particular notebook that caught her eye and she stared at it longingly.

Perhaps, if she had eloquent words and beautiful things to say a notebook such as this would be useful.  Perhaps, if she were just a bit more organized.

Maybe, one day…

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