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Saint Patrick’s Day – Man on the Street

posted Mar 18, 2024 by Tom Fasano

Saturday, April 12, 2025Monday, March 18, 2024 by Tom Fasano

Today was Saint Patrick’s Day, and there was a bit of spring in the air. So I picked up my point-and-shoot Canon and went for a stroll in the Village of Claremont.

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