A Fine Weekend in Bellingham

It was a fine weekend in Bellingham, Washington…
There were ducks on parade; a sweet pitbull-boxer named Marilyn who licked my hand and wagged her stubby tail and pulled her human along on an invigorating jog; a banjo player strumming on the corner of 11th and Harris; a floppy-eared rabbit named Lilly who curled up between my feet and wiggled her nose at me; a wispy spider web strung between winter branches; pink blossoms on a witch hazel tree; and the Canadian Coastals shining above the skyline in all their glory.


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