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Photography
 Winter Loneliness by Alyssa Johnson As winter comes, and the parks become bare. Only the faded memories of children playing is left. |  Pond of Beauty by Alyssa Johnson I was once told that this pond was ugly, and was challenged to make it look beautiful. Maybe they just had to look a little deeper, to see what I saw. |  |
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