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There was a chorus of mighty hammer blows and the chimes rang out on cue. The thump of progress echoing, waiting for the last note to tune. Witness the birth of something beatiful, bathed in sparks and painted flames. Build me a new masterpiece for the earth from which it came
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Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
The Blacksmith
There was a chorus of mighty hammer blows and the chimes rang out on cue. The thump of progress echoing, waiting for the last note to tune. Witness the birth of something beatiful, bathed in sparks and painted flames. Build me a new masterpiece for the earth from which it came
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30/M/Atlanta
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
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