Welcome!

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 Hello! Welcome to the current Goat Mountain Enquirer! I want to use this blog to stay connected with all of our Duane/Diane/Sharon Hiatt family members.  To get to know our new additions as we grow and learn new things about our older additions.  I used the tree themed background to remind us all that we are all branches on this beautiful family tree.  We share roots, branches, twigs, in the past, present, and future. We share love that stemmed from amazing parents and love that can reach around the world! 

Love, Aunt Lucy

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