Post by deane on Nov 30, 2012 18:59:32 GMT -5
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]A journal, looking both old and new, sits tucked away under the pillow of a young man by the name of Deane Dickerson. It was a gift to him from his sister Meagan, in the hopes that it would give him someone to talk to should he ever feel lonely without her. For a year and several months it rested under the pillow, untouched for fear of ruining the pages and gentle binding. But now it's being picked up fulfilling its duty at last.