Claire and Jack made the most of a surprisingly beautiful day (for this time of the year) at the beach in Santa Cruz. Wish I could bottle moments like these...
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- Philomere
- MOTHER of FOUR, freelance writer, amateur silversmith, domestic dynamo, chef de maison, head chauffeur, sanitation supervisor, social director, crisis manager, chief arbiter, errand expert, auxiliary ATM, maven of multitasking, sleep deprivation specialist, keeper of the cookies…
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