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there was a little girl who dreamed of being an entertainer.
She loved to sit by her father's side and listen to his tales of youth in
rural Georgia, of books he had read, of trips he had taken. She
dreamed her own dreams, danced, and acted out her own tales. As with
most people, she grew up and became an adult. But this little girl never
lost that desire to spin words and motions into dreams. This is the web site for
Cindy Roser, a lady in Stafford, Virginia whom we call
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