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Feet in front of the fire, life pulsating by. As we slow for a second, In the hazy historic high of Beechworth; bank robbers, like Ned, buccaneers and watch the gold rush by.
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Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 10:23 PM UTC
Gold Rush
Feet in front of the fire, life pulsating by. As we slow for a second, In the hazy historic high of Beechworth; bank robbers, like Ned, buccaneers and watch the gold rush by.
bekahalle
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40/F/Australia
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 10:23 PM UTC
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