Just over a week ago, I began this blog and today I'm ending it. Wednesday was a long day of travel. I got up at 3:30 Oslo time (10:30pm Tuesday night New York time) and walked to the train station to take the 4:45 express train to the airport. Oslo has the most efficient airport in Europe so it was a breeze to check in and get through security. My flight to Amsterdam was on time and uneventful. Breakfast was coffee and a salami sandwich. Unlike Oslo, Schiphol airport in Amsterdam is a huge hub. Passing through Immigration was simple then on to my flight. Security was a nightmare. At the time we were due to fly, there were still over 60 people waiting to be checked. We left 40 minutes late but made up the time in the air. My seat mate was a young woman who is a yoga instructor in out west. She felt that she had encountered a malignant spirit when she was 3 and that it has "stuck" with her for over 25 years. Note that I was not wearing any sign that I am a priest. Sigh. I had looked forward to a peaceful, sleep-filled flight. Instead I gave an 8 hour counseling session but refused to exorcise her on the plane. I think I helped to to see some possible paths that will set her free. Is this the cost of discipleship? maybe.
We arrived at JFK at 1pm, right on time and immigrations and customs was uneventful. I had a three hour layover before my flight to Rochester, so I wrote our weekly church newsletter and sent it out. Of course I realized this morning that I hadn't attached the newsletter to the email so I sent it out again.
When I got on my flight to Rochester and was stowing my coat and backpack, I heard a voice saying "Hey, that seat is taken!" It was my acupuncturist, Molly, and her husband, on their way home from a week in Barcelona. The flight in the small plane was really bumpy because of fierce winds. We got into Rochester around 6pm. I drove the hour home feeling relieved that 19 hours of travel was over.
I slept well and rose at 5. I feel reflective again today and have had hours of email and texts already this morning, some with new friends from Norway.
So, that's it. Thanks for traveling with me, even if virtually. We'll have to do it again!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
The end of my stay in Oslo - Eve of Travel Home
I had a really reflective day today. I spent the day alone, alternating between reading in my room and wandering around the city. My photos today are at: http://picasaweb.google.com/nundabud/OsloLastDay?authkey=Gv1sRgCNWy5rL72YnROg#http://picasaweb.google.com/nundabud/OsloLastDay?authkey=Gv1sRgCNWy5rL72YnROg#
It's a wonderful city. I found a deli early and got some raisin buns flavored with cardamom and some cappuccino and a smoothie made from blueberry and lingonberry (a fruit used often in preserves eaten with meat). I wandered in and out of stores, enjoying the sunshine, marveling at how hardy Norwegians are. It was about 30 Fahrenheit today and some were just in light sweaters. I was amazed at how many people were sitting outside at coffee shops. One of the photos shows blankets on chairs at one coffee shop.
I also walked down to the train station to get my ticket for my 04:45 train in the morning to the airport. I'll leave the hotel around 4:30. It will, of course, be a very long day of travel. 4:30 Wednesday morning translates to 10:30pm Tuesday night (NY time), so my trip will go from 10:30 Tuesday night to 6pm Wedneday touchdown in Rochester (if everything is on time.)
At 3:30 today, I went to Mass in the Oslo Domkirke (Cathedral). It was four of us and the priest. The whole thing took 15 minutes. It was nice, though, to receive communion and to pray for all my new brothers and sisters, many of whom are priests in the Church of Norway (Lutheran).
I lay down and read for a while and then went out to supper at a Lebanese restaurant I had seen. It was nice to speak Arabic. I had been to the village in Lebanon where my waiter grew up (Bikfaya). I had a mixed grill (chicken and lamb kabobs and beef kufta) with roasted vegetables and bulgar wheat. I had baklava and Arabic coffee flavored with cardamom. Seems strange to have a spice twice in one day when I haven't used it in my own cooking in many months.
Now I'm back at my hotel and will rise early to make my train and say good-bye to Norway. It has been a wonderful time, full of prayer and fellowship, steeped in the rather stark beauty of Norway. I won't soon forget.
It's a wonderful city. I found a deli early and got some raisin buns flavored with cardamom and some cappuccino and a smoothie made from blueberry and lingonberry (a fruit used often in preserves eaten with meat). I wandered in and out of stores, enjoying the sunshine, marveling at how hardy Norwegians are. It was about 30 Fahrenheit today and some were just in light sweaters. I was amazed at how many people were sitting outside at coffee shops. One of the photos shows blankets on chairs at one coffee shop.
I also walked down to the train station to get my ticket for my 04:45 train in the morning to the airport. I'll leave the hotel around 4:30. It will, of course, be a very long day of travel. 4:30 Wednesday morning translates to 10:30pm Tuesday night (NY time), so my trip will go from 10:30 Tuesday night to 6pm Wedneday touchdown in Rochester (if everything is on time.)
At 3:30 today, I went to Mass in the Oslo Domkirke (Cathedral). It was four of us and the priest. The whole thing took 15 minutes. It was nice, though, to receive communion and to pray for all my new brothers and sisters, many of whom are priests in the Church of Norway (Lutheran).
I lay down and read for a while and then went out to supper at a Lebanese restaurant I had seen. It was nice to speak Arabic. I had been to the village in Lebanon where my waiter grew up (Bikfaya). I had a mixed grill (chicken and lamb kabobs and beef kufta) with roasted vegetables and bulgar wheat. I had baklava and Arabic coffee flavored with cardamom. Seems strange to have a spice twice in one day when I haven't used it in my own cooking in many months.
Now I'm back at my hotel and will rise early to make my train and say good-bye to Norway. It has been a wonderful time, full of prayer and fellowship, steeped in the rather stark beauty of Norway. I won't soon forget.
Tuesday morning - last full day
I am exhausted this morning. The busy-ness of the past several days and the emotional drain has caught up with me. Today is a wonderfully empty day. I have nothing I have to do and no one I have to see. I will wander around Oslo, drinking coffee, going in and out of shops, taking pictures. I may wander down to the train station to get a ticket for morning to the airport.
There were two main activities on Monday. The first was stopping at Vigeland Sculpture Park. It is a most amazing collection of nude statues. Here's a link to read more: http://www.gonorway.no/norway/sidevisning.php?id=150 Please do read that link, it's fascinating. Nothing like this park could ever exist in the States. And it was constructed 90 years ago!
A second high point was gathering at the home of the first out priest in the Church of Norway. He is one of the heroes. He is a quiet, scholarly man, whose home is a reflection of him. Wonderful kitchen with some antique cooking tools as decorations, an open fireplace, a room with his mother's loom upon which he also weaves, books everywhere. It was a small gathering because people were so tired: Maxim, Karen, Rostek, Gunnar, a priest from Spain, Roman, and I. We spoke for a few hours and then left to come back to the hotel by bus. At each bus stop, there's a list of buses that stop there and an electronic indicator of how many minutes till it arrives. The buses are clean and new. There's a streetcar line right outside my hotel.
When I returned from our gathering, Leah stopped down to chat. She hadn't come with us to the gathering but, by chance, she had met an old friend and spent the evening seeing our neighborhood. After she left, I read a little and dropped off to sleep. My room phone rang at 4:45a.m. and jolted me out of sleep. I didn't know what the sound was. It was Roman who wanted to come down to chat before he left for the airport. So we had coffee and chatted. I then went down to the lobby to say goodbye to him and Leah. When I returned to my room, breakfast had arrived. This hotel provided bagged breakfast. It was great and very European. A sandwich: whole wheat, cheese, salami, lettuce and cucumber, plus a box of apple juice and an apple. I ate and went back to bed until 9a.m.
I'm going wandering now, in search of a triple cappuccino! and maybe a pastry.
Here's a link to yesterday photos: http://picasaweb.google.com/nundabud/20101116?authkey=Gv1sRgCPiv59Os8p3JIg#
There were two main activities on Monday. The first was stopping at Vigeland Sculpture Park. It is a most amazing collection of nude statues. Here's a link to read more: http://www.gonorway.no/norway/sidevisning.php?id=150 Please do read that link, it's fascinating. Nothing like this park could ever exist in the States. And it was constructed 90 years ago!
A second high point was gathering at the home of the first out priest in the Church of Norway. He is one of the heroes. He is a quiet, scholarly man, whose home is a reflection of him. Wonderful kitchen with some antique cooking tools as decorations, an open fireplace, a room with his mother's loom upon which he also weaves, books everywhere. It was a small gathering because people were so tired: Maxim, Karen, Rostek, Gunnar, a priest from Spain, Roman, and I. We spoke for a few hours and then left to come back to the hotel by bus. At each bus stop, there's a list of buses that stop there and an electronic indicator of how many minutes till it arrives. The buses are clean and new. There's a streetcar line right outside my hotel.
When I returned from our gathering, Leah stopped down to chat. She hadn't come with us to the gathering but, by chance, she had met an old friend and spent the evening seeing our neighborhood. After she left, I read a little and dropped off to sleep. My room phone rang at 4:45a.m. and jolted me out of sleep. I didn't know what the sound was. It was Roman who wanted to come down to chat before he left for the airport. So we had coffee and chatted. I then went down to the lobby to say goodbye to him and Leah. When I returned to my room, breakfast had arrived. This hotel provided bagged breakfast. It was great and very European. A sandwich: whole wheat, cheese, salami, lettuce and cucumber, plus a box of apple juice and an apple. I ate and went back to bed until 9a.m.
I'm going wandering now, in search of a triple cappuccino! and maybe a pastry.
Here's a link to yesterday photos: http://picasaweb.google.com/nundabud/20101116?authkey=Gv1sRgCPiv59Os8p3JIg#
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Monday, November 15, 2010
A quick review of Monday breakfast and church
I decided I had to eat only typical Norwegian breakfast food this morning. Too bad I didn't take a picture of my plate! Pickled Herring, pickled beets, salami, liver pate, a soft boiled egg. I ate the salami and liver on a roll, then the egg, and for dessert had the herring and beets. Then several cups of coffee.
We had our final worship after breakfast. As the days have gone by, we've had less need for a lot of words. Worship was emotional and during the singing of the Taize hymn, Ubi caritas et amor. Deus ibi est....(Where charity and love are, there is God.) These few words are all. It is a sweet melody and is sung over and over again meditatively. There were more than a few tears as we sang it together for the last time.
The goodbyes were difficult as people went in so many directions. Gard, Roman, Leah and I drove together to Oslo. We checked into the Hotel P which will be my home for two nights. Leah and Roman and the other Eastern Europeans will fly home tomorrow and I will go sight-seeing with Gunnar. Maybe I'll see Gard after his work tomorrow, maybe not. Right now he and the Eastern Europeans are meeting with a Parliament minister to give him their perspectives. I declined to go and to take a little time in my room.
When they come back, Gard will go home to his husband and several of us will gather at the home of one of the priests who lives in Oslo for an evening of relaxing and sharing together. I might write more later this evening.
We had our final worship after breakfast. As the days have gone by, we've had less need for a lot of words. Worship was emotional and during the singing of the Taize hymn, Ubi caritas et amor. Deus ibi est....(Where charity and love are, there is God.) These few words are all. It is a sweet melody and is sung over and over again meditatively. There were more than a few tears as we sang it together for the last time.
The goodbyes were difficult as people went in so many directions. Gard, Roman, Leah and I drove together to Oslo. We checked into the Hotel P which will be my home for two nights. Leah and Roman and the other Eastern Europeans will fly home tomorrow and I will go sight-seeing with Gunnar. Maybe I'll see Gard after his work tomorrow, maybe not. Right now he and the Eastern Europeans are meeting with a Parliament minister to give him their perspectives. I declined to go and to take a little time in my room.
When they come back, Gard will go home to his husband and several of us will gather at the home of one of the priests who lives in Oslo for an evening of relaxing and sharing together. I might write more later this evening.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sunday evening
It's almost 1a.m. and I am just getting back to my room. It was a splendid day! I didn't sleep well last night because I had so many things going through my head about my presentation for Sunday morning. I was up early ready for 8a.m. breakfast and only found out after I was showered and dressed that breakfast started at 9 on Sundays. So I went back to bed. I had prepared my presentation before I left home last week. After the wonderful dynamics and points raised by the other priests, I changed it just about totally. We had about an hour and three quarters and after my presentation, there was good discussion and comments. I have to say here that Norwegians are really hard to read. Their faces don't reveal, at least to me, how they are feeling about things so I couldn't tell if my talk was being well-received. It was a great relief to find out that it was a talk considered useful. Apart from the first talk on the history of Norway, it was really the only theological presentation of the gathering.
After lunch, we gathered again to have a "what do we do next" conversation. Then we had a most excellent outing. We went to a glassworks, divided ourselves into 6 groups and designed a large serving dish. The glassblowers and designers came up and looked at our designs while we went to the glass-blowing studio. When the team came down to join us, they had selected one of our designs as the winner. Then we got to watch as they created the huge dish. It took about 40 minutes. It was so fascinating to watch. The woman who was our guide at the glassworks gave us a running commentary on the process. Everyone was really engaged and fascinated by the process. It takes many hours to cool down the glass product so that it will not break. Tomorrow, we will see the final result.
We had a few hours free before dinner. I was going to rest but one of the Norwegians wanted to pick my brain about resources, so, of course, I said "yes." Dinner was wonderful and then I hung out in my room for an hour with Maxim and Rostek. Since I was on the prayer team for evening worship, I had to be in church at 9:45pm. Kristine, a Norwegian pastor, Hantie, a pastor from Holland who is South African, Roman from Ukraine, and I presided at a very simple reflective service. It was well-received. After worship, I went to the common room and hung out with several pastors. They were drinking wine but I didn't want any. I completely enjoyed the interaction and laughter. We constructed a private, closed Facebook group for our attendees. We laughed for a long time together trying to come up with a name for the group. We ended up calling it Whatever! It's only accessible for our group.
At 12:30, I called it a night and am blogging this tonight. We return to Oslo tomorrow where I'll stay two nights. I only have a few pictures today: http://picasaweb.google.com/nundabud/20101114?authkey=Gv1sRgCJDG-trpivTDbA#
After lunch, we gathered again to have a "what do we do next" conversation. Then we had a most excellent outing. We went to a glassworks, divided ourselves into 6 groups and designed a large serving dish. The glassblowers and designers came up and looked at our designs while we went to the glass-blowing studio. When the team came down to join us, they had selected one of our designs as the winner. Then we got to watch as they created the huge dish. It took about 40 minutes. It was so fascinating to watch. The woman who was our guide at the glassworks gave us a running commentary on the process. Everyone was really engaged and fascinated by the process. It takes many hours to cool down the glass product so that it will not break. Tomorrow, we will see the final result.
We had a few hours free before dinner. I was going to rest but one of the Norwegians wanted to pick my brain about resources, so, of course, I said "yes." Dinner was wonderful and then I hung out in my room for an hour with Maxim and Rostek. Since I was on the prayer team for evening worship, I had to be in church at 9:45pm. Kristine, a Norwegian pastor, Hantie, a pastor from Holland who is South African, Roman from Ukraine, and I presided at a very simple reflective service. It was well-received. After worship, I went to the common room and hung out with several pastors. They were drinking wine but I didn't want any. I completely enjoyed the interaction and laughter. We constructed a private, closed Facebook group for our attendees. We laughed for a long time together trying to come up with a name for the group. We ended up calling it Whatever! It's only accessible for our group.
At 12:30, I called it a night and am blogging this tonight. We return to Oslo tomorrow where I'll stay two nights. I only have a few pictures today: http://picasaweb.google.com/nundabud/20101114?authkey=Gv1sRgCJDG-trpivTDbA#
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Saturday and Pilgrimage
30 of us have been on a journey together. We are so different and yet so the same. LGBT priests gathered together to tell our stories. There is so much pain and struggle and sense of isolation. About a third of our number are women priests. Although being LGBT clergy is what brings us together, being human in the church is what we talk about.
We had prayers in one of the lovely churches three times on Saturday with different groupings of priests presiding with very different styles. We have sung Taize hymns in Latin together and have recited the Lord's prayer together, each in our own language. It's such a wonderful sound to hear when 30 people are each praying this familiar prayer together but all around, you can hear several languages saying the same thing.
We now have concluded our personal story-telling. As each person comes forward, we write our name on the chalkboard. I have included a picture of the board taken before all names were written. Even in the writing of the names, individuality shines through. As we get to know each other, there is increasing depth in our sharing. Different nationalities have different ways of sharing. Norwegians don't share easily. A few others have shared very emotionally their stories of struggling to find meaning in church and ministry. It is a healing thing for people to share their stores together. It is how community is built.
It is refreshing to walk across the road to get to one of our two usual churches. The air is bracing and it clears the mind from so many words. After lunch, we went to the church for meditation. Psalm 39 was read in 11 languages, one after the other. It was a meditative exercise. From church, we set off on our pilgrimage to an ancient church of St. Mary. The roads were snow covered and footing was sometimes treacherous especially going up or down the many hills. It was only a 4 kilometer walk but seemed like more because walking was difficult. At one point, an official of some sort (at least she was wearing a uniform) drove by us with a horse and sulky. That was unexpected. We passed several farms along the way. We were relieved to sight St. Mary's on a hilltop. The church is ancient, and unheated. It contains the oldest pulpit in Norway, from a few years after the reformation. We went in, amazed at the age, the simplicity, the beauty. We sang a hymn together - again each in our own language. Familiar melody but surrounded by very different words.
Our organizers had arranged for us to be picked up so we didn't have to walk back to the guest house. We had free time for about two hours. I took a nap. We gathered again at 5:30 to continue our discussions of finding relevance in ministry and keeping our faith.
We had dinner at 7 and then went to church for evening prayer followed by a party. We gathered in a room we had not seen which was really cozy and candle-lit and very conducive to conversations. I was with my friends from the conference in Kiev. I finally called it a night around midnight but was too tired to blog when I got back to my room. I went down the hall to take a shower and crashed. I didn't sleep well because I was thinking about the presentation I have to make Sunday morning. It's one thing lecturing to the general public. It's all together different to be lecturing to highly educated peers. There's something ironic about a man talking about feminist and liberation theology to a group women priests.
I suspect this blog entry has been kind of somber. I feel that way this morning. To be a minister in MCC is difficult sometimes but to be with priests who are in churches where they are not always welcome is an eye-opening experience.
Here's a link to yesterday's pictures: http://picasaweb.google.com/nundabud/20101113?authkey=Gv1sRgCIHRxqzc-9_QtgE#
We had prayers in one of the lovely churches three times on Saturday with different groupings of priests presiding with very different styles. We have sung Taize hymns in Latin together and have recited the Lord's prayer together, each in our own language. It's such a wonderful sound to hear when 30 people are each praying this familiar prayer together but all around, you can hear several languages saying the same thing.
We now have concluded our personal story-telling. As each person comes forward, we write our name on the chalkboard. I have included a picture of the board taken before all names were written. Even in the writing of the names, individuality shines through. As we get to know each other, there is increasing depth in our sharing. Different nationalities have different ways of sharing. Norwegians don't share easily. A few others have shared very emotionally their stories of struggling to find meaning in church and ministry. It is a healing thing for people to share their stores together. It is how community is built.
It is refreshing to walk across the road to get to one of our two usual churches. The air is bracing and it clears the mind from so many words. After lunch, we went to the church for meditation. Psalm 39 was read in 11 languages, one after the other. It was a meditative exercise. From church, we set off on our pilgrimage to an ancient church of St. Mary. The roads were snow covered and footing was sometimes treacherous especially going up or down the many hills. It was only a 4 kilometer walk but seemed like more because walking was difficult. At one point, an official of some sort (at least she was wearing a uniform) drove by us with a horse and sulky. That was unexpected. We passed several farms along the way. We were relieved to sight St. Mary's on a hilltop. The church is ancient, and unheated. It contains the oldest pulpit in Norway, from a few years after the reformation. We went in, amazed at the age, the simplicity, the beauty. We sang a hymn together - again each in our own language. Familiar melody but surrounded by very different words.
Our organizers had arranged for us to be picked up so we didn't have to walk back to the guest house. We had free time for about two hours. I took a nap. We gathered again at 5:30 to continue our discussions of finding relevance in ministry and keeping our faith.
We had dinner at 7 and then went to church for evening prayer followed by a party. We gathered in a room we had not seen which was really cozy and candle-lit and very conducive to conversations. I was with my friends from the conference in Kiev. I finally called it a night around midnight but was too tired to blog when I got back to my room. I went down the hall to take a shower and crashed. I didn't sleep well because I was thinking about the presentation I have to make Sunday morning. It's one thing lecturing to the general public. It's all together different to be lecturing to highly educated peers. There's something ironic about a man talking about feminist and liberation theology to a group women priests.
I suspect this blog entry has been kind of somber. I feel that way this morning. To be a minister in MCC is difficult sometimes but to be with priests who are in churches where they are not always welcome is an eye-opening experience.
Here's a link to yesterday's pictures: http://picasaweb.google.com/nundabud/20101113?authkey=Gv1sRgCIHRxqzc-9_QtgE#
Friday, November 12, 2010
After midnight
So, it seems that I'm back on European schedule. It's always late at night before I have a chance to blog the day.
Last night, Gard and Lasse and Leah and I stayed up late talking and drinking a bit of wine. I think we finally decided we needed to sleep around one o'clock in the morning. We got up at 8 and had coffee and breakfast and set out for the town of Granavolden where we are staying in a guest house. There are two ancient churches across from us, St. Mary and St. Nikolai. It took us a while to get to Granavolden because the roads were snow covered and traffic was slow. It is a winter wonderland. At the end of this post, I'll include a link to today's photos.
We began the program at about 1:30 with a talk and welcome from the local Lutheran Bishop, a wonderfully warm and welcoming woman. When she was ready to leave, I decided I needed to hug her so I asked if it was all right and she welcomed the hug. She was so supportive of this meeting and the cause of full equality within the church.
We began with a presentation on the history of Norway by a very funny Norwegian pastor, Karin. Then we began to give our introductions. We have people from 12 countries and there are about 30 of us here. Norway, Finland, Holland, Kyrgyzstan, Ukraine, Moldova, Estonia and several other countries. We broke at 6:45pm and ate at 7. Worship was at 10pm and lasted about an hour. Then Rostek and Fr. Maxim came to my room and we talked on Skype to Brother Vladimir, Ivan, and Boris in Kyiv. Since, for the second night in a row, it's approaching 1a.m. I probably need to sleep a little.
We have breakfast at 8 and worship in the church of St. Nikolai at 9 and then on to a full day including a pilgrimage to another church. We'll walk the 4 kilometers through the beautiful winter scenery. This place is gorgeous. Very rural, there are cows outside my window. It is the perfect place for a retreat. We have already started to form community and I'm sure by the end of the weekend, we will have a hard time leaving each other. It's so good to be with my friends from Ukraine and to see again an old friend from Hungary. I never forget how blessed I am to be able to make these journeys and share the lives of sisters and brothers from so many places. Today's photos: http://picasaweb.google.com/nundabud/20101112?authkey=Gv1sRgCMyNqffA6bmJWQ#
Last night, Gard and Lasse and Leah and I stayed up late talking and drinking a bit of wine. I think we finally decided we needed to sleep around one o'clock in the morning. We got up at 8 and had coffee and breakfast and set out for the town of Granavolden where we are staying in a guest house. There are two ancient churches across from us, St. Mary and St. Nikolai. It took us a while to get to Granavolden because the roads were snow covered and traffic was slow. It is a winter wonderland. At the end of this post, I'll include a link to today's photos.
We began the program at about 1:30 with a talk and welcome from the local Lutheran Bishop, a wonderfully warm and welcoming woman. When she was ready to leave, I decided I needed to hug her so I asked if it was all right and she welcomed the hug. She was so supportive of this meeting and the cause of full equality within the church.
We began with a presentation on the history of Norway by a very funny Norwegian pastor, Karin. Then we began to give our introductions. We have people from 12 countries and there are about 30 of us here. Norway, Finland, Holland, Kyrgyzstan, Ukraine, Moldova, Estonia and several other countries. We broke at 6:45pm and ate at 7. Worship was at 10pm and lasted about an hour. Then Rostek and Fr. Maxim came to my room and we talked on Skype to Brother Vladimir, Ivan, and Boris in Kyiv. Since, for the second night in a row, it's approaching 1a.m. I probably need to sleep a little.
We have breakfast at 8 and worship in the church of St. Nikolai at 9 and then on to a full day including a pilgrimage to another church. We'll walk the 4 kilometers through the beautiful winter scenery. This place is gorgeous. Very rural, there are cows outside my window. It is the perfect place for a retreat. We have already started to form community and I'm sure by the end of the weekend, we will have a hard time leaving each other. It's so good to be with my friends from Ukraine and to see again an old friend from Hungary. I never forget how blessed I am to be able to make these journeys and share the lives of sisters and brothers from so many places. Today's photos: http://picasaweb.google.com/nundabud/20101112?authkey=Gv1sRgCMyNqffA6bmJWQ#
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