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Forever Let Us Hold Our Banner High

I will see you all in a week--I'll have plenty of blog reading to catch up on, I'm sure.

I will make sure to post pictures and tell stories--hopefully all good.

In the meantime, enjoy the song.

Comments

dive said…
I've just GOT to get me a guitar like that!
Bon Voyage, Robyn.
Have a safe journey and a great time.
Say "Hi" to the Mouse for me.
We'll miss you.
Gina said…
Have a safe trip! We'll be waiting for your return!
Bon voyage. Thinking of you. Eek.
dive said…
Rats.
It's only Monday and I'm getting withdrawal symptoms.
You realise you're going to have to do a whole week's worth of posts the day you get back?
Sassy Sundry said…
This gives me hives.

I hope you survive this, Robyn.
Anonymous said…
Best of luck Robyn! I do not envy your bus trip!
Can't wait for your next post!
Hi nice Post written by you guys. It is amazing and wonderful to visit your site. Thank a ton for such a nice post.
I found your website the other day and after reading a handful of posts, thought I would say thank you for all the great content. Keep it coming! I will try to stop by here more often.

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