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June 14, 2015

Sunday Quote

We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie. - David Mamet, Boston Marriage

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Susan Moorhead: Artplay, beaches, blank paper, blue sky, blues, boats, cafes, carved wood, celtic, children, coffee, collages, courage, earrings, fireplaces, first editions, gaelic, God, grace, green things, humor, libraries, lipstick, medieval, mermaids, movies, mysterious unexplainables, New England, oddly shaped chairs, photography, pilot pens, poetry, red shoes, roses, sangria, Scotland, Sensodine toothpaste, socks, song standards, stones, sun, swoons, toast, trees, used book sales, vintage, wisdom, world events, writing, and yellow lamplight.

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