La Profesión Simple



Por fin tengo aquí unas fotos de mi Profesión Simple que tuvo lugar el pasado 8 de septiembre. Fue una maravilla, de verdad. Una celebración simple, pero muy bella y digna. Os deseo todo bien en la vida y que halléis al Señor como lo he hallado yo.

Que os vaya todo bién, estéis donde estéis.




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