I met up with an old friend today. As she walked towards me, her pure beauty inside and out still shone through. The long blonde hair, twinkly blue eyes, the button nose. She is the definition of the perfect “California girl”, though not from there. Yet, her smile hid something behind it. Was it Maturity? Battle scars? Wisdom? Or Resignation? She was young and full of optimism and enthusiasm when I first met her at Mosaic. A bubbly newlywed, at least I thought so. As we sat a

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