Provincetown exploring today.
I’m lying in bed, 9:30 p.m., ready to sleep, windows up, fresh air. TTY tomorrow. Wrote post on this mini iPhone screen and lost it. Xo Pls excuse typos.
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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