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Saturday, May 28, 2011


A blast of memory from the past.  I can still hear the click of her toenails, remember Grandma Vera trying to pick her up because she thought Gypsy was a mop, and so many other memories.

Michael is looking toward Mary because he is trying to hide his black eye at our instructions. Ihad a lot of fun making the dress Mary is wearing.

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