life, memoir, writing

A Peek Inside a Secret Diary

During another era, in a different century, I got to meet my idol. I was nineteen years old. For a long time now, I’ve wanted to write a story about it but wasn’t sure I had enough material.

I wrote a diary when I was younger (now I’m young, then I was younger), and figured I must’ve written about it in there.

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