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Cape Spear, NB
When Miranda and I had approached the field of Queen Anne’s Lace, it was weaving and moving the the wind; when we started to work however, the wind dropped, so the only way to have Miranda’s hair flow the way I’d envisioned was to have her continually run her hands through it.
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