Where are the Pictures?

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The perfect add for my most recent book;

An Advent Journey



This is the best promotion I could receive.
The book was sitting on the coffee table,
where his mom left it
after reading a couple poems,
C.J. decided to check it out.

He's probably wondering where the pictures are.

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