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Aliens

The long, hot, wet summer has resulted in a lot of lichen and moss growing on our trees. This is why I really have to watch the puppies and what they pick up when I walk them outside.

The deadfall with these growths look like they come from another planet.

I don't know why I'm so fascinated, but I keep taking pictures of the most interesting pieces I find.

Weird, but beautiful.

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