Just an Ordinary Journal? The thrift store I entered wasn’t special. It was an ordinary thrift store you would imagine: flickering lights, dusty air, and shelves stacked with things no one remembers existing. This was one of my regular visits to see if there was anything interesting. Nothing really looked eye-catching, and I was turning to leave when I spotted it out of the corner of my eye: a worn, handmade journal sitting between old books. Its cover was dusty pink and soft to touch. It was covered in stickers with a white lace bordering it, and in the center was a pressed yellow daisy. Inside the front cover, written in faint blue ink, were three words: Avery Kylie Grambs. Most of the pages were blank, but a few had decorated spreads— magazine clippings, bits of ribbon and tiny watercolor doodles. It wasn’t like a normal journal; it wasn’t like most; it felt like each page was made for someone. Then, near the end, I found a section that made my heart stop. At the top of the page, written in looping cursive, were the words: “SEEK TO FIND ME”. Below that were three short lines: “Over water, I left my mark” “Amid petals, secrets sleep” “Keep the moonlight when you seek” Anam Fatima 9D Full Story:
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