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Posted on January 28, 2011 by Heather Paige Hunt

>On my drive to Folly Beach, I passed a dock covered in pelicans! I have never seen so many pelicans at once before.

I realized I forgot my camera cord that connects to my computer, so I cannot upload pictures yet.

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