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The Latest Fashion in Ukraine

One of my friends back in Durango, Bicycle Bill (who happens to rock) made over 120 tie-dye t-shirts for the kids at our orphanage. We are in the process of giving them out, one class at a time (thus far we've given them to the first and second graders). I want to give a big shout out to Bill for making Ukraine a little more colorful!
A cool selection to choose from!
We made name tags the same day we passed out the shirts to the 1st and 2nd graders.
I got her to smile! In the picture before this she was so serious. Yeah, sometimes you gotta whip out the charm!
One of the second graders; a true little rascal.
One of my favorite pictures ever. I want to adopt both of these kids!
Someone's a little shy....but that makes her cuter!
How cool is that shirt? It's one of my fave's.
Smile or else.............
Daniel's gonna tickle you! That tactic works for me, too.
What a handsome little guy!
Tie dye rocks!
So precious!
This is one of my little dinosaurs. He's quite fierce!
I love this little lad...and his shirt!
Pals!
A sweet little girl in purple and orange!

Thanks again, Bill! We love you!


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