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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Monday, August 25, 2014
Shaking the Blue Devil
A nod to my friend Eric, who makes me laugh a lot but in a serious moment, lent me that blue devil term to refer to sad times.
Tomorrow is another day, and I intend to write crisply and think clearly. Good night.
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