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Merry Christmas

St Andrew's Cathedral, Sydney ... a great place to worship this Christmas.

It is time to take a blog break until sometime in the New Year.

I'd like to wish you all a wonderful Christmas and a happy New Year.  Thank you for all of your comments and friendship throughout the year, it has made it a great pleasure to record my travels.

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  1. Have some wonderful days and a brilliant start into the New Year! I wish you all the best!

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  2. Wonderful stained glass windows. Have a Merry Christmas.

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  3. Wonderful work on this great composition.
    Happy Christmas and a Happy New Year to you too.

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  4. All the best to both you and Ian, Joan. I wish you a reflective Christmas and a happy and healthy 2011.

    It brings me much joy and pleasure to count you as a friend.

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  5. Lovely photo with character and meaning. I loved your Royal collection. There are towns there that i have never heard of. I discovered your Blue Mt Journal too. WOW!
    Have a good break and a Happy Christmas.

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  6. Oh, I absolutely love stained glass and I can almost hear the music playing inside.

    Merry Christmas!

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  7. Have a great Christmas, Joan. I've enjoyed your blogs this year too.

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  8. Have very much enjoyed your photographs Joan. Have a safe and happy holiday season.

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  9. I have just noticed the Weekend People page, one more great idea to gather wonderful shots.
    Wish you a Happy New Year, Joan Elizabeth.

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