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Authentically You: Kathryn Frady

 


This episode of Authentically You we introduce you to the dynamic voice and visionary that is KATHRYN FRADY, who is actively helping to change the cultural landscape of Knoxville, TN and is an artist's artist. Let's connect! Learn More Here:
Kathryn Frady Website www.kathrynfradydirector.com
Marble City Opera Website www.marblecityopera.com
Facebook Page https://www.facebook.com/FradyKatSoprano
Facebook Page https://www.facebook.com/MarbleCityOpera

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