Peony didn't like living in Bellingham. But the weekend there this time was all grilled cheese and hot tea and things bearing the benevolent mark of the human hand. Fluffy things and things that sparkle and all the difficult things resolving themselves in happy fruition. We left with hats the color of happiness and everything kept us warm, and let in the light. All day long there was love.
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that's a nice approach.
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