# 43 in the little black book of doom.
The end of this book is approaching. It's been a couple of years ( I think, ) if not more since I started this sketchbook. It goes everywhere with me. It's filthy and falling apart. Worn and abused, it's always by my side, always waiting for something new.
Yesterday I counted the number of pages I have yet to fill.
35. That's with front and back of each page.
Looking forward to the last leaf... and hesitant to finish it at the same time.
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