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December 18, 2017
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You will have to click into this PDF file to see some photos and some comments. Thanks!

December 8, 2017
Posted by Mary Beth

December 8th

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Made me laugh out loud. I call this picture “After the Night Edward Scissorhands Came to Town”

December 7, 2017
Posted by Mary Beth

One of the realities I like quite fiercely about becoming an “Older Person” is this. When the world tells me how to think or feel – I recognize that message coming at me and I am confident enough to agree - or disagee - or simply walk away.