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Save 4Culture

January 13, 2011
Ryukan

Hey You! Arts Lover! Help Save Arts in Seattle

4Culture, the single largest source of arts and heritage funding in King County, is about to go away. A coalition of artists, arts and heritage organizations, and audiences is coming together to support the continued funding of 4Culture.

I want you to join us.

You can sign-up here: http://www.advocate4culture.org/p/join-us.html

1. Join the Advocate4Culture Coalition so we can count you among our supporters.
2. Learn about the issue.
3. Tell other people.
4. Be prepared to act by making some noise!

We will ask you to help at crucial points as we work to pass a bill in Olympia over the next session, which is about to begin! Together, we will save 4Culture!

Thank you, and all the best,
Josef Krebs

Development Director, ACT Theatre
Board Member, Theatre Off Jackson
Member, Canoe Social Club
Cabinet Member, Advocate 4Culture Coalition
Community Loudmouth

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