Day 1
I have little in the way of possesions, a few treasures of my past and this journal. I can still see my home, in the distances as I sit here, under the large oak on the side of our little valley. So many times as a little girl, I remember running across the hillside, watching the clouds swim across the sky. It seems like only yesterday I was playing here with my brother, now, this may be the last time I see these hills. My mind wonders, who will I meet on this journey to find myself? Where will I go? What sights will I see? So many questions that I hope to answer in time.
It gets late, I have far to go before nightfall, so I will write more when I have more time.
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