Although I found the notebook of all the other artists' work my own contribution to the project was missing.
Tonight I opened one of the several storage containers and there it was--ready to be resurrected and brought into the light.
I had so many plans for this work, a handmade book shaped like an envelop, barbed wire to keep the pages together, various sizes, shapes, thoughts but none materialized.
Now it is time to publish it or see it perish.
November 25, 1945--A man shall be as rivers of water in a dry land. Soon I'll be on dry land.
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