Dearest Diary,
It is a sincere pleasantry to have spent the evening pouring over my diary entries of last year. For instance, on this particular day, one year ago, I was struck by the insight contained within the pages of a book on music. This is not terribly unlike myself. I am frequently surprised by something I have read. I am currently in the fictional world of Beatrice Garner and enjoying her misadventure. Though perhaps that is a bit less inspiring than the profundity of music. What I particularly wish to warn you of, however is my desire to share with you my entry from the eve before the Christmas last.
You shall be privy to its contents once again, on the morrow...
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