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Confessions of a Novice

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A SoCal girl plopped into the Midwest and, unbelievably, absolutely loving it. New at everything - gardening, writing, mommying, canning, simple living. Madly in love with Minneapolis, pumpkins, and books. And, obviously, drinking way too much coffee.

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