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More Mardi Gras Photos

One of the photographers that was wandering around at the Mardi Gras has his photos up online, and they can be looked at here.

non_lj_mark, there's a lot of photos of Nicky and Di up there, and they might be interested.

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fire_wuff
Mar. 26th, 2007 08:50 am (UTC)
yep thats my cousin.....(Di that is)
halloranelder
Mar. 26th, 2007 10:49 am (UTC)
Yep, we've already had that discussion from the other end. :)

We were telling her about running into you accidentally at the fire twirling, and not realising it was you until we were discussing my Amber game. Then we put two and two together, and realised it's a small world after all.
fire_wuff
Mar. 26th, 2007 11:10 am (UTC)
Ah, well she's good friends with half of crazyjane13's past and another old friend of mine completely independant of me...so why not some one else from another state...
halloranelder
Mar. 26th, 2007 11:18 am (UTC)
Makes perfect sense to me.
ozisim
Mar. 26th, 2007 04:51 pm (UTC)
where are the pics of you?
halloranelder
Mar. 27th, 2007 12:01 am (UTC)
I'm in a couple of those ones, but my photos can be found here: http://pics.livejournal.com/halloranelder/gallery/0002wpdb?.view=grid
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