𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 / 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 ×

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I was sorting out old things, as I found an old and black notebook. I skipped through without reading the texts. It seemed to have been a diary of mine.

Now that I was interested, I opened the first page. It was not much text that I found there:

I should write off the events of the next 20 days in this book. So that I keep this beautiful camp always remembered, my mother says. I really wanted to enjoy my summer holidays.

The entry was from August 10 years ago. I could not remember that I was in a summer camp when I was 16. Maybe it hadn't been interesting, but something about it made me read it.

I felt like I started remembering something had happened there.