Still Life with Stoneware Jug and Pipe, by Jan Jansz van de Velde III
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November 28, 2024
I took the truck down the rough, narrow trail, rounding the final rutted bend out of the woods and onto the rocky beach surrounding the lake.
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but if that doesn’t work then call your mother