A Rose by Any Other Name…
Just a heads up. You may notice on my blog and in comments on your blogs, that I’ve started using the name “Maery Rose”. Some people have already started addressing me that way so I figured I’d go with it.
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I knew that was you! A nice, new identity. Great!
I love it Maery!!!!!!!!!!!!!