Right now I’m just skimming over a few that begin to see me shift more and more openly toward my natural, mirrored thinking and finally even crossing the streams. I spent most of my life with two sets of journals . The ones for snoopers, and the ones for me and only me. No one but my mother knew that my ‘real‘ journals weren’t at all like the easily readable forward-facing ones, but at some point I was able to just let it be.
I like this present one best, though. A wall is a very big weapon, indeed.
A WALL IS A VERY BIG WEAPON