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Pumpkin Patch

 Collecting white pumpkins, my favorite! 
 Some version of Oz. 
 Teepees to play in! Wanted to bring this home with me. 
 Tradition. 
 Stopped by for a quick drink. 
 Magical views everywhere. 
 Picnic table where the little corn eaters live. 
I'd stay there. 
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Sophie Thower said…
Hello!! I'm Sophie Thower from your FB Friends I love all your photos! Have a scary and a great Halloween!!
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