Open Season: A frosty jaunt
It was utterly silent, cold and black.
But we loved it.
My dog, Remy, and I were making our usual trek through Fargo's Trefoil Park. We intersect the quaint oasis, just north of 12th Ave. N in Fargo, almost five times a week on our runs, when we hit the river trails that parallel the Red.
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