Butterflies were congregating in the wet sand at the water's edge, and they were content to be picked up on scoops of damp sand. Ella also has a sort of freakish affinity for flying things. This little beach is in the state park about fifteen minutes from home. We even camped here last summer, and I'd like to do it again in August.
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I just remembered the woodpecker that flew under her chin in Pdx.
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