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No gold in my pan, only at night in my dreams, my private prison.
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Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 3:09 AM UTC
No gold in my pan
No gold in my pan, only at night in my dreams, my private prison.
The gold digger uses a pan to wash away sand and pebbles, hoping that some grains of gold will remain. This hope traps him. He can see no alternatives to the gold he desires. Collection "Pending rain"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 3:09 AM UTC
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