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  1. How do you go on from here?
    My heart is heavy for you, and I am filled with wonder. You have seen in a week, what many do not know in a lifetime.
    Welcome home, my friend. I would love to sit and listen to you over coffee. Or a really stiff martini.

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  2. Anonymous9:02 PM

    Oh dear. I can't stop crying. T looks so grown up. His face is different! What an incredible experience; and how difficult it must be for you to readjust. Now I just miss Leyna and wish she were here so I could hug her. Can't wait to see you.

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  3. Wow! That is all I can say. I can't wait to hear all about the trip both here and in person.

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  4. Cathy. When you're ready. I will listen for the stories. I love seeing these pictures. I really love seeing these pictures. and glad you're home safely. God bless you- Happy Thanksgiving, friend.

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  5. Anonymous6:26 PM

    Thanks so much for sharing those pictures. The people and the scenery are so beautiful. I can not wait to hear of what God taught you in Sierra Leone.

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