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snuggly wuggly.


no, that isn't a tiny bear. but it is cute.

my [church] dog finally had her puppies. they will be a month old next week and they are literally the roundest, most snuggly things i've ever laid eyes on. i'm so proud of their momma, joni.

any thoughts on good names?

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  1. Holli, My wife, Katherine is active in UMW. She brought home a copy of New World Outlook where I read about your work there in Ulanbaataar. It could have been a God thing that this magazine came into my hands. My friend Ned and I have traveled extensively in China. We have been planning a trip into Mongolia out of Beijing across the Gobi in a Chinese made off road vehicle. We had not considered coming to your area, but then after the magazine piece, we started discussing what we might be able to haul in that vehicle, stuff we could bring to you at your Methodist Church. This is in the very beginning planning stages. I'm not sure of the dates on the trip, but I would like to establish contact with you. Please let me know if you read this. I can be reached at bentonumc@bellsouth.net Write to Ken

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