Sunday Family Gatherings

 In November 2020 we all met on line to play a game. It started with an alliteration game and we had SO much fun that we continued with a different writing idea. Now we need a place to share and store this family fun. I’m collecting the stories and writing assignments to share with the rest of the family that hasn’t yet joined in. Check back weekly for our updates!

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