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Dean Kuch

Very deep, Camille (no pun intended).
Inspiration, like buried treasures, can be found in the most unlikeliest of places. You simply have to have the intestinal fortitude to go and claim it for your own.
I enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing.
~Dean Kuch

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Camille Lily

Thank you . I'm still thinking how to negotiate the climb ) c xĀ 

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Dean Kuch

Rope. Lots and lots of rope.
You're very welcome, Camille.
~DeanĀ  :)

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