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naked gers.

though they are dainty, they are still yellow and a welcomed sight after such a long winter.

summer school is essentially code for: let's play outside.

blue skies are in abundance and make me feel anything but blue.

naked gers are almost as much fun as clothed ones.

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  1. Wendy15 June, 2010 08:50

    OH pretty pictures, and I like the new blog background! :)

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  2. Michael Airgood17 June, 2010 15:35

    These pictures are great. That second one perfectly captures your ministry!

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  3. Trent24 June, 2010 13:02

    I still want one.

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