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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Friday, August 4, 2017
Too Cape Cod Tired to Write
Ready to sink into sleep after a lovely swim in Chatham, an outdoor shower in the moonlight and a walk w Sug. Good night. Prayers for Punchy and Fig as they bloom and grow.
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