3.2.1 Quote Me

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Thank you to Dorinda at Night Owl Poetry for tagging me for Rory’s 321 Quote Me!

Rules:
1. Thank the selector
2 Post 2 quotes for the dedicated topic
3 Select 3 blogger to take part.

The topic is Expression.

Apologies to my family for using their images in this challenge. I won’t tag anyone, but invite any who would like to play to join in.

7 thoughts on “3.2.1 Quote Me”

Prior... says:

May 25, 2019 at 12:31 am

The quotes are fresh – and good –
And like the fam photos –

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  May 25, 2019 at 2:07 am
  
  Thanks. A bit of fun.
  
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Dorinda Duclos says:

May 24, 2019 at 10:45 pm

So glad you joined in! Love the photos!! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  May 25, 2019 at 2:07 am
  
  Lol – it was fun!
  
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  1. Dorinda Duclos says:
    
    May 25, 2019 at 2:22 am
    
    I agree. Great quotes and I love your photos!!
    
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  2. Dorinda Duclos says:
    
    May 25, 2019 at 2:23 am
    
    Apparently I told you that already 🤣
    
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  3. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    May 25, 2019 at 9:45 am
    
    😘
    
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