BlogMas 2018 Day Twelve - Burst

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Yes, a couple of days late. But as is the ritual of December and deadlines, so is of the BlogMas being late every year. Here are some pictures through this year. Some places I've been, some things everyday things I just saw differently. 

Until then.













Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.
A.

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