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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Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Rough, Ugly Waters
Not in a good frame of mind. Big struggles, dashed hopes. Falling asleep by the fresh balsam tree for solace and a cup of Christmas strength.
Oh, Alice. So sorry to hear things are tough for you and yours right now.
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