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I am enjoying one of the pleasanter afternoons of my life. I am inside the confines of the elite American Club of Kathmandu. No cameras...
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Thank you for stopping by! "Journey" is brand new, and still under construction. More to come! L.
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About Me
- L.
- I want to share my riches that can't be counted, my freedom that can't be shackled, my happiness that will never be dimmed by tears. Because every nation has it's own poverty. Every person has his own bondage. Every heart has a sorrow to bear.
So excited about your journey and look forward to how the Lord is going to work everything out for you. Praying for you always!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mrs. Marianne! Your prayer support is very much felt and appreciated!
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