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Traveling Day

I'll be heading back home from Illinois today. So, while I'm cruising through the flattest parts of Indiana looking at cows and fields and fields and cows, watch this. It's a video of a high school dance team, and two of my nieces are performing in it.

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dive said…
Woah! Robyn that is SO COOL!
Totally excellent.

Which ones were your nieces? Hee hee.

Have a safe trip home.
I think they're second and third from the left Dive, as they start. I just have a feeling.
MmeBenaut said…
Well, I definitely needed my glasses for that one. They're a very talented pair of nieces, Robyn!!
RoverHaus said…
Is this like that Pink Floyd movie where you have to be stoned to really get the depth and meaning of it all?

Very cool! You have some very nice stick people nieces!

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