Thank You From The Snow Keep!

We just want to take a moment to thank our followers, fans, and visitors. Today our site had it's 30,500th visitor. For some blogs, that may not seem like much, but when this blog was started, it was for us and our friends. We never thought to have even half of the visitors we've had to date. In honour of our milestone, we've given the site a bit of a facelift. We hope you like the new theme.

Some of our visitors have been fans, some have...not. Some have been lovely! Some have... not. It may surprise you, but we're grateful for them all. We've learned more than we'd ever dreamed through this experience. Even the haters have taught us some valuable life lessons.
It's been quite a ride, so far and we plan to keep writing. We continue to welcome polite comments questions and constructive criticism, so feel free to talk to us! As always, thank you so much for your visits and your support!


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