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My mother, having been born in Latvia, often talked about the beauty of the birch groves she remembered. As a result, when here in Russia, I noticed this grove on our bus trip into Moscow, I suddenly knew what she had been talking about. In my excitement, I quickly took this picture, fuzzy, passing car and various reflections inside the bus to remind myself of this personally,important sight. (russia 260)
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Eastern Europe
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