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Birthplace of the Thunderbird If you could go to the edge of the wild steppes and down into the valley where the ferns grew to the sky and the moss was a noisy tangle and the puffy honeyclusters bloomed, this is what the rain would look like. Embellished with carnelian and pearl over mokume gane technique claywork. Hinged straight pin back. $110 |
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