A sweaty me explaining a point to a Paul, participant. He looks like he's wondering what planet I'm from. He ought to get in line.
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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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- Honey, I'm Home
- We're on our way. This is past the city of Buchana...
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- The road narrows to Cestus City, Rivercess County.
- The Dreamed Guest House, my home away from my home...
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- The conflict mediation workshop. Fanantee and Aaro...
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