michaeljordahl in photograhy, poetry February 4, 2025 18 Words haiku 186 the iron ore’s gone but each night at sunset there’s gold in them thar hills –photo by me Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related
Beautiful shot!
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Thank you, Tia!
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Beautiful
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Thank you, Tangie!
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Nicely done.
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Thank you very much!
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Beautiful! God’s gold!
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Thank you, Lane!
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You are always welcome, my friend!
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I actually chuckled out loud at this one. Well done.
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Thank you very much, Bartholomew!
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