While my sketchbook gently weeps

Alas, poor sketchbook, I knew ye well...

So, just finished doing my laundry, I open the washing machine door and look what pops out: one of my moleskine sketchbooks, by criminy! I must've left it in my jacket pocket.

Luckily, this one wasn't packed full of drawing gems so I'm not overly gutted by this -- in fact, if this thing dries out well, it'll look quite dapper in an old-timey-dusty-tome kinda way. Live and learn, I suppose.

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