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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tomorrow, Career Day
Tomorrow we head to Santa Barbara, and on the dappled path of the Cold Springs Trail I try to coax my skittish soul out of the shadows. Wish me luck.
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Ilaria
I am an ex-journalist and a mother of two boys. I live in Los Angeles. I am a traveler, an adventurer, a writer. These are my philosophical investigations -- from the kitchen, the playground, and the streets of LA.
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