The New and Improved Alvechurch Public Library

Don't miss Belinda's post below! - Susan.

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Joyful Fox said…
Hey Susan,

You're fast. No flies on you. Way to go!

Now we can picture where Belinda's at when she posts.
10:35 PM
Belinda said…
Susan, you are amazing! Today I am in a wireless internet cafe in Redditch. It's not a library day.
Thanks for being such an amazing whiz at finding photos of "my" libraries!
12:10 PM
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