Organizing my notes

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 I recently found out I could decorate the notes on my notes app and organize them like a little journal. So, naturally I went ham. Spent all day making sure the notes were organised into their own little journal, picking the colors and the dreaded affair of comming up with a title. 

Et Voilà ; The notes app. 



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