That's me. Hand flung in the air, skin anticipating the rush of cool, salty water. That moment before the splash is really the best--worth it all--where anticipation hovers mere seconds before satisfaction. That's me. Figuratively speaking, of course, as I'm not really one to fling...

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[caption id="attachment_3363" align="aligncenter" width="650"] - Autumn glory in Ravello at the Hotel Parsifal[/caption] It has been hard to know what to write. Tomorrow will be three weeks that my husband has been sick, and every day I hope he will be feeling better. We're thankful that...

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