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Ohhhhh, that is very grey. Where is it?
It is along the road I drive every morning to work. Just another gray day in the Pacific Northwest, enhanced a little bit on the computer. 🙂
Ohhhhhh, yes. I’m originally from Vancouver, Canada, so I can relate. It can really get grey along the pacific coast, can’t it?
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