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The Bluff is like a dream right now - where the fog rolls in, draping our world in a crystal frost.
These are the Christmas drives I soak in, where this beautiful world just speaks for itself.
And it says, I am home.
I am home.
Posted at 10:19 AM in Beauty in the Everyday | Permalink
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