So much I'd like to write but too tired. Grated lots of misshapen found Cape Cod apples for H's birthday cake. Used his mom's recipe for Fresh Apple Cake. Gnite. And peace all around.
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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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