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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Sunrise over Callaway,

a Tuesday wake-up.

Posted by Marjie at 7:31 AM

Agnieszka said...: Beatiful sky!!! Love its colours.; February 24, 2012 at 12:34 PM

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