January 25, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12
Dear Diary,
Today was good. Since this had been on my mind I will spit it out now. In class today, while Mrs. Erickson was reading the story of 'Redwall' to us I drew a picture of a tapestry hanging on the wall of a spiral staircase.
For [those of you who are familiar with] the books, that is not the main tapestry (before Clouney the Scorge snatched it) of Martin but another mystery of Redwall for Mathyess and friends to solve. The mystery itself has not revealed itself but someday will.
I also love small, hidden, mysterious places like that. I could be comfortable anywhere if I'm alone.
Well, another day has passed without you. But absence makes the heart stronger, my dear.
P.S. Many of the dates before this are really messed up.
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