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While in Seattle we went by Golden Gardens. Stephanie had said that she had never been to the ocean. This wasn’t really the ocean but still somewhat closer than anything she would have seen in Montana.

I love how this section of the city has become so overrun with life and plants. An easy escape from the city.
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