Letters From Pops
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Ongoing, First published May 27, 2023
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Emails that my dad sent me while I was serving my mission. The first chapter is the last email. I did it backwards. 

Enjoy if you decide to give it a read. A lot of wisdom that helped me get through my mission!
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