I was running errands in Willmar and stumbled upon a section of gnomes. A mini gnome village. A community of gnomes, living peacefully together on four metal shelves in between the garden stepping stones and discount valentine decorations. Gnomes holding shovels, thermometers, and gnomes riding turtles.
I thought this one was pretty cute. Pretty sure he’s related to the gnome that’s on my lunchbox.
And this guy — his door says “There’s no place like gnome.” I think I’ve heard that before …
there's no place like gnome. 
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