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4 Comments
Amy Anderson · November 6, 2013 at 4:57 pm
I love this glimpse into your life…
elizabethmilligan · November 6, 2013 at 5:53 pm
Thanks Amy, I enjoyed making a more visual post 🙂
Liz · November 7, 2013 at 3:25 pm
Great post and selection of photos!
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[…] in the farmhouse I had started a blog and this became my way of communicating my newly discovered introvert self to the outside world. Using writing and photography I started expressing myself and sharing my […]