Our hotel (on the right) at dawn. The winds were brisk and crisp.
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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 Welcomed Respite in The Gambia
- Our hotel (on the right) at dawn. The winds were ...
- Later in the morning, we met as a large group for ...
- After the sessions, Noah and I out hunting for she...
- One of the jellies that made it to a pool, waiting...
- Yers Trooly in the tide pools, looking for anythin...
- At the tide pools, a western reef egret.
- In the late afternoon, we return home and Noah dis...
- In the evening, the tradition was to have a talent...
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