St. Croix River at Sunset

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Location: Bayport, MN, USA

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  1. Wild_BillJune 23, 2011 at 8:59 AM

    Liked them all but the third photo is a real beauty!

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  2. BoaterTalkJune 23, 2011 at 11:22 AM

    Lovely. Thanks for sharing

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  3. Emily BrisseJune 23, 2011 at 12:55 PM

    Thanks to both of you. Rivers are always a pleasure, but this one in particular is pretty special.

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