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a tribute to gold.

With compassion, Julie wished upon me a Gold Rush. Low and behold, right out my own set of windows, alive and well (ok – actually in the process of dying) is my very own display of Gold and all its glory. Now leaves, hang in there! No need to rush into anything – don’t let [...]
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