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  • This is how I'd like to be when I grow old. Somewhere in a small town near the mountains. Working at something with the focus this man had, when I passed him by on a cold winter's morning. Arranging little bits of gold dust one by one, on the centerpiece of a turquoise head dress for a young girl somewhere who will wear it at her marriage. Just focussing on the gold dust for now, my friends stopping by at my window to sit at the sill and talk for awhile. The coral and turquoise could wait to be added in later. We talk and the design progresses. There is time yet for this piece to be finished.
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