Reading Albion's Journal
June 30th, 1940
Howevermuch we may desire it, bending every effort of will in our desire to remember, there is something which pulls our minds up short when we attempt to recapture the sensations of childhood. Our stomachs grow weary of food; our eyes ache to view new objects; the old, never-changing sounds finally grate on our ears; but we never tire of contemplating the world we knew as children. That is always fresh, pure, sweet. No matter how wretched we were.
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June 30th, 2020
This is the one thing I’m most scared of. Foreign interference in our 2020 elections. I hope Anonymous or some white hats are setting something up to lessen the impact of what we know is coming.
June 30th, 2019
