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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?
Aaaw, you can’t stop a storm, just hold on. Or write it down, and someday when you feel fragile, remember what you have withstood. Hang on.
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On, sweetie, not lost. Maybe in a fog bank? Hang on, and the sun will come back. Really.
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bread crumbs... scatter bread crumbs as you wander. Words and prayers, walks and kisses are mine. Soon you will follow them and find your way back out of the woods. Sending love and light.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the sweet notes, Nan, Luz and Kim. Love Alice
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