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Absolutely outstanding. Isn't it interesting how some of the best designs (and photos) are the result of at least some proportion of accident?

I remember well our field trip to observe the effluence of an indigo mill outside of Trion Georgia back in the last century. On one side of the state highway river bridge the water was North Georgia muddy green, on the other, sacre blue! It was as blue black as the darkest splotch of Van Gogh's Starry Night.

You're definitely hitting a rhythm here Flowers. I want to hear more about Finster.

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