home sweet mountain home

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The moments that keep me going...
Sometimes you just have to get outside, let the dogs swim and breathe.


Gold Lake. Graeagle, CA

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Photographs from my life. Home Sweet Mountain Home
© 2014 Kelly Ann Miller


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