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, November 19, 2021
Magic Carpet
Last night, I fell asleep on a carpet of leaves. On the comforting thought of yellow, gold, red and brown-sugar-colored shapes blanketing our small backyard. How can things at the end of their lifespan be so vibrant snd beautiful?
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