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Oct 1
The Gold Rushes, then and now, rush past true treasures:  that what is yours is mine is all. We need not mine, but only share.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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TOD HOWARD HAWKS  77/M/Boulder, CO
(77/M/Boulder, CO)   
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