Well hello to my old-new journal! You were formally
trunkswoman and now you have shed a coocoon after all these years and have emerged as the fantastic (if I do say so myself)
ambeari. Ah, the romps we had in the days of old. Alas! Life has sprung anew for you and I can't wait to share my memories with you. Good days are ahead my dearest
ambeari. I can feel it in my bones.