I've been trying to find the perfect (for me) travel journal. A book with blank pages would suffice, but I somehow feel I need more than that. I know I have a list of qualities that I'm mentally ticking off each time I find one. Sure, there've been ones that I would have been compatable with. But there's always something not quite right. I'm starstruck by the "as used by Ernest Hemmingway" moleskin. I had a slight dalliance today with the reproduction Wizard of Oz diary. Some seem perfect until I dig a bit deeper and find the attractive exterior hides unattractive heavy lined paper. I nearly picked up one on the rebound at the checkout of Borders. I need to find The One. Up 'til now...well, I'm just not that into them.
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