The Reeds in Mom and Dad's bed just before Dad's laptop bit the dust.
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The continuing saga of Bob, Renita, Hannah, and Noah-- four ordinary Americans trying to figure out what Dancin' with the One Whut Brung 'Em means. Currently, it means being servants to the people of Liberia, and being served in return. What does that look like? Pay attention and find out with them!
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- A Few Images
- Our house, in the middle of Liberia. Noah and Lio...
- Bob makes pancakes on the coal pot.
- That's right. Hannah. Laundry.
- Father and son calculate the risks of a gray Atlan...
- View of raindrops from our porch.
- Now that's a front yard!
- The rainy season at Thinkers Village. View from o...
- This is how our furniture got delivered.
- The Reeds in Mom and Dad's bed just before Dad's l...
- Hannah doing some porch reading.
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