Hello, everyone. Happy Friday.
Next week, as I blow out the candles on the sacred age of 32, I’ll be reminding myself that the world is still my oyster.
Tomorrow, I’ll be in Venice—eating pasta, attending a masquerade for Carnival, and like a seashell, soaking in every moment of my first real vacation in six months. That means you wo…
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