After this noisy week, I headed to the Arboretum to catch up with my soul. Sat by a tranquil pond and laughed myself to tears over a female mallard who came parading up to me in vain hopes of snackage--with a algae boa strung around her neck.After this noisy week, I headed to the Arboretum to catch up with my soul. Sat by a tranquil pond and laughed myself to tears over a female mallard who came parading up to me in vain hopes of snackage--with a algae boa strung around her neck.
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