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A collection of designs, photographs and stories. I was taught some new jumprope games at a kindergarten Christmas party in Kibera, the biggest slum in Nairobi. Welcome to my site! If you are curious about Nairobi, or like to see colorful photos, or like to read about fun traveling stories, or have the need of a designer with a unique eye, have a look around! Five weeks in Kenya.
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This gallery contains 80 photos. This past Easter weekend, Lee and I went camping at Nakuru National Park. We had an exceptional experience mainly from our great luck at catching pictures of some really awesome wildlife. So at the end of my 22. It was the meeting of a lot of important p.
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And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. Wednesday, January 4, 2012. Maria slammed the door, her legs finally collapsing and letting her fall into a heap of golden blond hair and heavy wool sweaters on the floor. Her eyes gave way to the tears she had been desperately holding back. What now, what now, what now? Then she was gone. He had come all this way to find the woman who.
Life, food and family. This post is for my friend Helen who is by nature artsy crafty as I call it and will no doubt take the construction of the Gingerbread men to another level. To Brownie or not to Brownie.