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End Note: A Harding swing and a ring

I like to tell people I was a Harding baby. I am the daughter of two 1988 alumni, and I grew up hearing about and seeing the Harding campus. I have cousins, aunts and uncles who all attended Harding at one time or another. I loved Spring Sing before I even knew what the word “choreography” meant. There is even a picture of me at
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