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Ice laces the edge of Roadford Lake, it breaks like sugar glass as Dog pads through. Little Granddaughter sparks giggles.
'SPLASH!'
This is how she shares the joke with us. Boy is trying to photograph still water but no one can be cross.
'SPLASH!'
Boy has the smile of the gracefully defeated. There's a tail wagging, a child laughing, a warm sun in a clear sky.
Girl has sunglasses big enough to reflect the lake. Everyone tries on my hat, my candid heavenly-blue hat.



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  1. The Cranky20 February 2013 at 02:25

    Love the hat; so bold and cheery!

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  2. Lisa Southard20 February 2013 at 22:44

    It is a fabulous hat. Little Granddaughter also persuaded the dog to wear it- luckily the mud brushed off!

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  3. Suze22 February 2013 at 05:04

    Lils, my daughter would die for that Elysian hat.

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