I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the p — Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
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I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the paper, other times it will barely leave the nib of my pen.

— Fennel Hudson, A Waterside Year - Fennel's Journal - No. 2
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