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As we prepared to see the new year in in sunny Moorreesburg ...


My younger son Ben was in the Antarctic on Gojira, saving the lives of whales.



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julochka said…
i know it worries you (and i totally understand that), but what he's doing is so important and so few people dare to do it. i, for one, really admire it.

happy new year, lynne - i hope that 2011 brings us an opportunity to work together (writing is the new praying)

xox
/j
1 January 2011 at 23:51
Lynne said…
thanks Julie...I'm totally proud of him, and very envious of the part of the world he is seeing and the life he is experiencing.
Even though we want our children to have wings, there is still a contradictory edge of sadness when they actually fly!

Would love some collaborations in 2011! Excellent idea
2 January 2011 at 11:48
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