Okay, I’m Out Of Here…

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Hammad Rais says:

August 28, 2021 at 7:41 am

Do I spot another one beneath the flower?

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  August 28, 2021 at 11:12 am
  
  Yes! Yikes.
  
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Liz Gauffreau says:

July 28, 2021 at 8:32 pm

Wow, great shot!!

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  July 29, 2021 at 8:33 am
  
  Thanks 😊
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    July 29, 2021 at 10:26 am
    
    You’re welcome!
    
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Deborah says:

July 28, 2021 at 12:06 pm

What an incredible shot! Well done! 🙂 ❤

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  July 28, 2021 at 5:25 pm
  
  Thanks 😊
  
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sgeoil says:

July 28, 2021 at 11:29 am

Hahaha…great shot!!

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  July 28, 2021 at 11:37 am
  
  Lol. 😊
  
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eob2 says:

July 28, 2021 at 8:59 am

Wonderful captures.

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1. VJ Knutson says:
  
  July 28, 2021 at 9:30 am
  
  Thanks 😊
  
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