Monday, February 12, 2018
43/365 Objects: Notebook
Sat in court every day writing down everything that was said. My sister was a witness in her friend's murderer's trial. The heartbreak was too much to bear so I wrote, the words a literal magic spell to ward off this evil. Fat little orange notebook, I packed it up and took it with me, a rough memento cherished and hated.
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Gasp. All of these are wrenching.
ReplyDeleteI just read all the entries in one swoop, and I have no words. Beautiful, but yes, wrenching.
ReplyDeleteAgree. Agree.
ReplyDeleteI remember other writings about this. Do you still have the notebook?
ReplyDeleteYes I do. When I packed up my part of the house last month I grabbed it.
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