Sunset sandwiched between buildings on West 37th Street tonight.
Post to come tomorrow. It will be a treat to write. But I have work deadlines first, so setting alarm early and dangling this post like a carrot, a reward for me. Good night.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
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