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A Blog is Born. . .

     For a long time now, I've wanted to join the ranks of bloggers out there and provide a creative way to share some of my reflections on this crazy adventure we call life. So, here it is! Here is where you'll find photos of the things most precious to me. Here is where you'll read about the simple treasures of my daily life. Here, I hope you'll find the refreshment and the restoration you'll need for your own crazy adventure. Here, you will find me. 
Here I am.  

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