Without my honest words the diary is an object, with them it is a portal to the soul, a gateway, a map of the journey and struggles to become the angelic self.
The diary told of my spirit, always trying to do right, always seeking the light, always travelling toward a more wise and loving perspective.
The diary was the two wolves of the self learning how to see one another, how to tell which was dominant in that moment and how to make better choices.
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