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Saturday, November 24, 2007
She doesn't really have a hunch.
The day will be full of activities involving boys (and girl) from out of town, so here's a shot of my grandmother's backyard, and one of my grandmother finishing up the tree we worked on all day. Some of the ornaments are over 40 years old.
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