I wish we could wash from our hearts and souls The stains of the week away, And let water and air by their magic make Ourselves as pure as they. Then on the earth there would be indeed, A glorious washing day!

Let me say it again: You must not come lightly to the blank page.

So the little thing grew bigger. He was healthy and normal, ate regularly, slept long hours, and yet the growing little thing was becoming an obsession. WORK PERFORMED. The phrase haunted his brain.

Harbour Island in the Bahamas is beautiful, with turquoise water and pink sand.

Written By Diane von Furstenberg

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