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It was a tradition of sorts.
When I decided to celebrate my worst day I had romantic dreams of baking a chocolate cake, coating it with vanilla icing and beautifully decorating it with some unabashed inspirational quote.
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. ~ Pablo Picasso