In Amsterdam the buildings hang out like crooked teeth and the trees are green from head to toe and the ceilings are carpeted with flowers and coffeeshops belong on the cover of interior design magazines.
So much depends on word of mouth. When you think about it like this, those gold rush songs we learned in fourth grade aren't so farfetched.
...The sun so hot I froze to death...
...And when I see the gold lumps I'll pick them off the ground...
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