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Sara...

  • ...is a happy, ordinary, middle-aged, suburban woman who paints odd pictures, gardens in a straw hat, lives with the love of her life, is owned by one cat and the ghosts of several others, and walks a little funny 'cause she has a fake leg. She started this website because there's more to life than what we lose, and we need to let each other know what's possible, even if it's only a happy, ordinary life.

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    sara at saraarts dot com

    Make sure the subject line of your correspondence is clear and specific. I do not open e-mails from strangers unless I can tell in advance that I want to read them.

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The Goldfish

Just a line to say sorry you are feeling crap and hope tomorrow is a much better day.

laurie

Hope the fever comes down soon, you no longer need the dramamine and you feel good again very, very soon. xoxo

kathy a.

what laurie said. hope you are feeling better. xoxo

and have you looked at amorette's bento box art? freaking amazing.

Amorette

I'm sorry that some stupid microbe got the better of you :( I'd make you matzo soup if I could. I sent your Smurgles today. They're all wrapped so that little bits of dried green catnip don't leak out and concern authorities.

:)

(and thanks, kathy, that's sweet of you)

Sara

Thanks, all. Really much better today (Friday).

Cheers!

(P.S.: Amorette, shhhhhhhhhh. I think a certain C-A-T named S-A-M might be reading over my shoulder, if not outright smurgling somewhere else in the house.)

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