We walked down to the park on the lake at the end of our street. The picture doesn't capture the light but it was one of those Northwest days in which everything just sparkled. There's something about the light that's amazing on days like this. It was a Wednesday, time for the farmers market. The park was filled with people and pets and wonderful produce and crafts. People, boats, and ducks were in the water. A man in a tie dye shirt was playing some sort of xylophone. It was all pretty wonderful and magical.
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