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Premiered!

Last weekend we had the honor of being invited to participate in the Spotlight Nebraska Film Festival at the Midwest Theater in Scottsbluff. I grew up in the Scottsbluff/Gering community and this theater is just amazing. Seclusion only has DVD distribution so the possibility of us seeing it on a big screen was quite limited.

But, it looked great, the crowd was great (albeit small) and we had a fantastic time.

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