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 Camilla's Underworld Sing-Along 

A creative Substack newsletter that publishes every Tuesday, as well as a place to sing-along with other Lumina Nostri community members. 
 

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13 Monday Meetings @ Breathe and Bloom Yoga SB
Beginning Aug 24, 2026
7-8:30pm
Suggested Donation: $25 each session

Poems on Demand: 

Send in the visual, story, or voice memo you want Sarah Emma Ruth to make into a poem. 

$15 E-Copy

$25 Professional Print from Bills Copy 

8.5 x 11

$35 On a locally sourced rock 

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Latin, Spanish, English, Writing, Study Skills

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In person/remote options available

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Fri-Sat-Sun. $30 an hour for 1 kid, $5 more for each kid after that. 

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