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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Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Pasta with Pesto and Family
Seven around the table. H., our goddaughter Marissa [who just moved from FL to attend FIT], Figgy and Punch. Good night to you.
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