Katie Rogers @kkatier

I mostly use Instagram to look at cats

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We determined this was just before they were married because right after they were married they both got perms.
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We determined this was just before they were married because right after they were married they both got perms.

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HBD USA
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HBD USA

Dog smiles from Radley
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Dog smiles from Radley

A viewing stand to view the view
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A viewing stand to view the view

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"I think that was the time I made spaghetti with cinnamon" -Mom
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"I think that was the time I made spaghetti with cinnamon" -Mom

I have big ideas and big hair.
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I have big ideas and big hair.

"The New Colossus"
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, 
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, 
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. 
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, 
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" Emma Lazarus, 1883
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"The New Colossus" Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" Emma Lazarus, 1883

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I'm so happy to have this on my wall. It reminds me where my faith comes from.
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I'm so happy to have this on my wall. It reminds me where my faith comes from.

She wrote me a note that said "te boy a extrañar"
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She wrote me a note that said "te boy a extrañar"

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