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While I was in Laramie, the city was doing some roadwork at the intersection near where my friends A and June lived. The gravel piles were basically a ready-made playground for my friends’ three year old daughter.
Amidst all the gorgeous scenery and wide open skies, there was still the day to day bits that you’d find just about anywhere: my friends were moving into a new home, so there was much cleaning and clearing to be done; a hailstorm (!) interrupted a post-lunch bike ride; and well, more daily life. (And chickens!) A certain sort of suburban quietness — even with a rambunctious three year old! — that made the tail end of my August vacation so wonderful to capture on film.
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