How cool is this?

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My brother, Roland, downloaded this picture from my last post, worked some magic on it and voila, it looks like a brand new photo. I love it!!

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  1. L@ur@July 20, 2007 at 9:57 AM

    Coll! it really looks like littel magic has been done ;-))M a g i c is in the air!!

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  2. RamblingRolandJuly 20, 2007 at 1:30 PM

    Gee! Thanks for the endorsement :)

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