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A Note of Absence

    

    I just wanted to drop in and explain my absence and let you all know when you can plan to hear from me again! I've been investing my time in my family as we navigate our loss, as well as sorting out other projects. I have not abandoned the blog, but it has been placed on that back burner for the time being.

    You can expect to hear from me again on Sunday, July 26th! Thank you all for your patience and understanding during this time. Praying for the health and success of my readers. 

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