This is a brand new journal I'll be starting up later today.
Not because I finished my journal.
My previous journal was, in all likelihood, thrown off the top of my girlfriend's car when I started it up and headed to Woburn.
I noticed when my hat and gloves fell off the hood of the car and slid down the back window.
I retrieved them, but I never even saw the journal.
So I didn't even think about it until I was heading back from Woburn.
When I returned home, the journal was missing.
I retraced my journey prior to the highway. No journal was found.
Nearly a year's worth of work. Gone.
Most of it was transcribed. Some wasn't.
This is not a good day for me.
The first poem I write in these pages will not be a happy one.
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