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When my friend, Tina, returned from Hong Kong, she brought me a gold drawstring bag and a tin full of candies. The bag is small and made from fabric worthy of a royal robe, but the tin is uninteresting and void of color. The candies are small and hard and wrapped in a waxy paper

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Like everyone, I’m saddened by the death of Suzanne Somers. She was pure joy and delight and an early warrior

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This week’s post is a mixture of things I thought you might enjoy, including a fun summer dress; an easy

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