A water crown for an all-wet princess. She's getting pummeled from a downspout on our roof.
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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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- Roland, Betty and Eric. Three undernourished kids...
- Join us on a stroll to the beach. This is the vie...
- Thinkers Village and Barnes Beach.
- The beach and the shelled out building that 13 orp...
- Bob, Betty, and Noah.
- The waves come in like walls.
- She's soooooo kewl.
- Lionel, the ever-present tormentor.
- Drawing water at the well. About ten buckets ever...
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