Such a Romantic!

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For Proscenium’s Friday Follies.

9 thoughts on “Such a Romantic!”

Woolly Muses says:

July 26, 2019 at 3:18 am

They are the best walks of all. 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 26, 2019 at 10:24 am
  
  Lol.
  
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bushboy says:

July 21, 2019 at 9:41 am

Me too 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 21, 2019 at 10:24 am
  
  Lol!
  
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Heart to Heart says:

July 20, 2019 at 10:59 pm

🧐😂🤣😂

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awisewomansjourney says:

July 19, 2019 at 7:57 pm

LOL! 😀 !

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 19, 2019 at 8:04 pm
  
  😛
  
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simplywendi says:

July 19, 2019 at 7:10 pm

🙂

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