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Kumajiro, come back

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Published: Mar 26, 2011

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Kumajiro, you silly bear, get back here! I don't want you to fall in the river!

Canada - me

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2048x1536px 781.31 KB

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NIKON

Model

COOLPIX S3000

Shutter Speed

10/300 second

Aperture

F/4.3

Focal Length

8 mm

ISO Speed

160

Date Taken

Mar 25, 2011, 6:30:18 AM

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Mar 27, 2011

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