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 24, 2015
Happy Birthday, Dear Figgy. May You Walk in Rainbows and See the Beauty
of Shooting Stars. I Know That Sounds Corny But What I Mean Is, May You
See Beauty & Nature Day by Day.
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