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Saturday, March 20, 2010

Spring is a time when baby birds learn to fly. . .

. . .in more ways than one.

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2 comments:

furiousBall said...

booya! nice job

3/21/10, 9:37 AM
Meghann said...

Thanks! I'm pretty proud. (of myself too, since I taught both of them on the same day by myself.)

3/21/10, 6:28 PM

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