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by mytreasure » Mon Mar 03, 2025 10:47 am
With rushing winds and gloomy skies the dark and stubborn winter dies: far-off, unseen, spring faintly cries, bidding her earliest child arise; March!
~Bayard Taylow

*Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.*
~Dearest Captain Jack, May your compass always lead you back to us...~