A Picture Speaks 1000 Words

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This is why I spend my mommy time scrapbooking our memories. My time 'away' from them becomes joy back to them!! 

 With a few time-saving tips, I can teach you how to get your photos into books faster, simpler and easier. If I can do it so can you!

 Contact me:
Rebecca Laird
text: 716-640-5702
Facebook: http://facebook.com/simplyscraphappy

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