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No 2015 Wrap-Up; Just a Thank You

Posted on December 31, 2015 by ProfeJMarie (Janet Rundquist)

To all of you who have read my words, interacted with my words, and shared my words, thank you. I appreciate you seen and unseen in helping to support my purpose and my writing journey.

There will be more words, and I look forward to sharing them with you.

I hope your 2016 gives back to you ten-fold all that you put into it to help you find purpose and joy. ❤

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2 Responses to No 2015 Wrap-Up; Just a Thank You

MJ says:

December 31, 2015 at 12:02 pm

Happy New Year to you and yours, Janet! I look forward to reading all your words in 2016! 🙂

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- Mary M-S says:
  
  January 9, 2016 at 8:02 am
  
  ^^ What she said 🙂
  I really like your music selection. Happy 2016, my friend(s)!!
  
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