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the answer has come

and we are off to Arkansas. details to follow

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CrackerLilo said…
EXCELLENT!!! You're blogging again! Some peoples' blogs lie dormant, and I keep them on my blogroll anyway in hopes that they start up again and I can catch them.

Tom Petty had it so right--"The waiting is the hardest part."

Hope the next chapter's good to you and your family!
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