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Love it! The same thing happened to me but I’d already used the photo for another challenge! Aren’t they sneaky little farts? 🙂
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You are more fastidious than I am, I’ve recycled written posts on occasion.
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A winner indeed !!! super
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That is fantastic! Caught me off guard when I spotted it! Such a beautiful color!
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