Chris Lowry: Web designer, punk, doctor and passionate follower of Jesus.
Dr Lowry, I presume.
It happened. I have graduated. View some more pictures over in my facebook photo album.
I’m going to listen to the Slackers now, and drink some coffee. See you soon!
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