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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Saturday, September 5, 2020
Crepe Myrtle + Deep Blue Sea
I think I’ve snapped out of my dark phase. I tried to listen to what the surf was saying. Will write more soon.
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