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Object Lesson: The Gift of Dance

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  1. JoanJanuary 10, 2009 at 6:37 PM

    Nancy, what happened to the list of 16 things about you. I was going to read that again and do the tag but couldn't find it. You really should have finished it too. You are very fun and talented. Don't sell yourself short.

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  2. The JensenitesJanuary 11, 2009 at 9:53 PM

    Oh that dancing was great! It just goes to show that you CAN do anything. Cam and I watched it again - what a waste of time, yet a great time of laughs.
    Thanks.
    BTW - why are you not in book club if you are such a book worm?
    Still thinking about my 16 things about me.

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