31 October 2009

By Robert Stevenson -

We received this note from Sister Toronto (the Mission President's wife).

This photo is from two weeks ago in Ragusa. We have wonderful
missionaries here. We love seeing them grow in so many ways. They
are happy and well. Thank you for helping them be so amazing.
Sorella Toronto

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