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Name: Little Wings
Category: Events and Get Togethers
Date Added: 2018-12-29
Submitter: DeputyDogRick

The last two years I have appeared with the Adaptive Ballet in Milford, Ct and it has become one of the most endearing events of the Season.  I hope all of your seasons were Merry and Bright



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Drosselmeyer

that is wonderful 

what a privilege to be part of something that amazing !!

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Hubcity Santa

Sounds awesome to be a part of something so wonderful; thank you for sharing 

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