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| A red squirrel contemplates chucking a nut on our head, a secret red squirrel "Welcome to Minneapolis" ritual. |
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| The foliage on a walk around a lake dazzled our brown Wyoming weary eyes. |
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| The guardian of the house decides whether or not to let us enter her domain. |
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| A duck stands tall above the lake algae. Am I friend or foe he wonders. |
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| Ruby decides we are harmless - and might have treats. |
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| Lake debris reflecting a gorgeous fall afternoon. |
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| A park bench invites us to rest by a tree sporting the pink ribbon of death. |
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| This duck found clear water and clear sailing for his afternoon. |
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| The trees that changed colors went all out to gain our attention. |
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| Lake fairies begged us to stay a while longer. "Come back, come back" they cried. I think we will. |
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