Hope- #WordlessWednesday

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SaaniaSparkle 🧚🏻‍♀️ says:

March 25, 2020 at 10:27 am

Happy Wednesday, Jacqui!
Lovely swan 🦢

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  March 25, 2020 at 10:46 am
  
  Hi Saania, thank you!
  Stay safe!
  
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John W. Howell says:

March 25, 2020 at 10:29 am

Aways hope.

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  March 25, 2020 at 10:46 am
  
  ❤
  
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Michele Jones says:

March 25, 2020 at 10:33 am

Love the swan. Looks like he is having some fun. Great message.

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  March 25, 2020 at 10:45 am
  
  They’re so elegant.
  
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joylennick says:

March 25, 2020 at 10:38 am

What a beautiful swan – lovely – so graceful!

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  March 25, 2020 at 10:45 am
  
  She posed for us 🙂
  
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Mary J. McCoy-Dressel says:

March 25, 2020 at 11:15 am

Never give up hope. Love the swan, Jacquie.

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  March 25, 2020 at 11:19 am
  
  Thanks, Mary. ❤
  
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Jacqui Murray says:

March 25, 2020 at 12:10 pm

How beautiful. That does say hope, with wings, doesn’t it?

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1. Jacquie Biggar says:
  
  March 25, 2020 at 3:49 pm
  
  I think so 😊
  
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