This is where my Holga's story begins. She was a gift from my companion John Paul. Sorry mom and dad, while you both came up with creative and lovely gifts, this one had to be my favorite this year.

The lovely sir that made it all happen.

Whoops! I swear I'll get the hang of this...

John Paul was exploring.

I think I look like my mom.

Christmas Tree and Spread.
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