Exciting NEWS!!

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Exciting Announcements: New Blog 


Dear Friends and Supporters,


We are thrilled to share some exciting news that we will be launching a new blog dedicated to Erin Wicomb’s ongoing fight for justice. This blog will serve as a platform to keep you updated on the latest developments in Erins case, share detailed insights into the legal battles we are facing, and highlight stories of resilience and hope while he is incarcerated. Through this blog, we aim to raise awareness about wrongful convictions and the urgent need for reform in our justice system.


What to Expect:

- Case Updates: Detailed updates on Erin’s legal proceedings and efforts to overturn his wrongful conviction.

- Personal Stories: Heartfelt narratives from Erin, his family, friends, and supporters.

- Ways to Help: Information on how you can support Erin https://gofund.me/6d7d58d8

- Contact Erin: the90daycoach@gmail.com 


Stay tuned for the launch date and join us in our mission to bring justice to Erin Wicomb.


Thank you for your unwavering support.


With gratitude,

Danielle + Erin

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