20
Sep
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Over the hills and across the way, we drove on through to celebrate the day. We arrived and saw that life was large, we all knew this day was ours. Not oft we’d been to towns so small, yet vibrant and alive, with fun for all. The day of our return came all too fast, but the memories we shared will last, and last. So here’s to good friends! Both new and old! And here’s to new adventures! New days of gold!

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