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I just got an email of a special memory I'm sharing with you today. Oh, no, another Sedona pic! A few of us enjoyed a girlfriends’ getaway in Fay Canyon a few months ago. Thank you, Mary Jane, for capturing this one of Cindy (water bottle) and me. We sure had fun!

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  1. Beautiful picture. GOD bless you on your lifes journey!!

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  2. I love the Sedona area. We've been there a few times and always enjoy the sites! Have a great day!

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  3. Great picture. You always look so happy. I love your smile, which is something that God has surely blessed you with dear friend.

    Hugs & Blessings,
    Alleluiabelle

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  4. Thank you so much for visiting my blog and for your kind words. You have such an encouraging blog, and you are blessed with a wonderful family. It is so enriching to hear the testimony of other Christian women and to learn about how God is moving in their lives. Many blessings to you, and please come back and visit.

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  5. Great pic.

    Love Sedona! I grew up in Az. :)

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  6. Charlotte and I love the Sedona area. We were there a few weeks ago with relatives....I agree Coco's has great hamburgers. Thanks for the blog site suggestion. I checked it out. It looks great.

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  7. We love it there in Sedona too...

    Great pic...

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