NEVERLAND
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I'll see you later, Jean.
I love you forever and ever.
JLC
Foreword
I sit on the sand and I steel myself as I put the urn down and took the worn, dog-eared journal out of my coat pocket. I leaf through the whole thing, reading each page and greeting them like old friends. I feel the tears make tracks on my face as I laugh at some entries and I feel my heart break over and over and over again, seeing her handwriting like this. As I read her words I can almost hear her voice and feel her hands through my hair.
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