A book bound in a material not unlike Broutac's cloak. It too changes color from a Brown, to a Bronze, to a Gold and then Black and back again. The top and bottom are hinged by thick metal like material. In the center of the face of the cover sits a strange looking lock. A set of five holes sits there as if fingers should be placed there. being the journal of a rogue it may not be advisable for a stranger to try this mechanism.
Sunday, 30 December 2012
As I walk the dunes of the desert and keep my face covered so that I am not blinded by driving winds and blowing sand, my mind goes to days past when I shared my time and my life with another. Those days have long since past but do I need to be alone? Seems I thought I was better off alone, but my spirit and my heart tells me otherwise.
Some day....I shall meet my reason for being. I shall smile forever. And be at peace.
Some day.
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