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Here’s a picture my mother took a few days ago. The subject was spotted by my sister. It’s a privilege for Skipism to have such sharp-eyed scouts. If there was a better way to encapsulate what’s going on in with this site, I’d have been hard pressed to find it, even with an army of diligent researchers. Nana Mouskouri. There […]
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