Mimi and Poppy drove up to take Skipper for the day and Dan and I drove into the Heights (the edge of Manhattn, cue Lin-Manuel Miranda) to walk in snow-covered Innwood Park. Good night.
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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?
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