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 Hydrangeas in bloom.
 Walks that lead to this. 
 Moody morning views. 
 Bison chin scratch at Lone Elk Park. 
 "Nope." 
Baking birthday cakes and wrapping presents. 

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Dani said…
I'm absolutely loving that Bison. I really want to go hiking now, after seeing your photos!

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diane said…
Your moody morning view photo is lovely. Took a little scroll down your blog, it's all very interesting, as always. Love the little seat; I have an old one that needs updating.
Hope you have a nice weekend Bella. xo d
Thank you both so much... heading over to your blogs to see what you've been up to! xoxxo

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