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November 29, 2007
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we need homes
artful places
- drawing breath
- african tapestry
- andrea joseph
- antje herzog
- belinda delpesco
- bit by bit
- bobi&bobi
- frips mailart
- herself surprised
- janeville
- Janeville - Beatuiful World
- kathrin
- learn daily
- one thousand sketches
- patrick ng
- paul heaston
- planet mithi
- quotidian curiosities
- raenas's sketchjournal
- trumpetvine travels
- vincent's letters
- willie baronet
I used to polka at every wedding I went to. That's when I lived in NY. Indiana folk don't know how to polka.
Posted by: Nina | November 30, 2007 at 06:23 PM
No polka in Indiana? Wow that belongs on 60 minutes. How deprived. Of course some people might think polka is a little depraved.
Posted by: janey | November 30, 2007 at 06:46 PM
Polka is wild and crazy! :-D
Posted by: Linda M | December 01, 2007 at 04:19 PM