Fellowship after Friday Mass (Friday/20/1/2017)

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I just finished with weekly Friday Morning Mass last Friday (20/1/2017) and had to rush off for fellowship. The venue is just next to my office. In the photo, they are all Indonesian - the fortunate Catholic parents. Ms Sandra (2nd from left) has been very active in Marriage Encounter (ME). On her right is Ms Ludi. She is involved in the choir. The smiling face is living symbol of genuine life. It just happens in the morning.

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