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Published: October 12th 2010
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We got up fairly early this morning, drove two hours on a very, very windy rode to Bosnia. (Gina almosted puked) The first time that Gina and Dad had come to Medjugorje it was this very little, very old town, with its big church that all of the pilgrims would come to. There was something about that place that used to be like magic, it was so peaceful, and holy and joyous. Well... when we got there...
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