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bookmarkedone
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Every summer, I take the slippery, forgotten stairway to the bottom of the falls. There is an old tradition, if you get change in the market. Throw a coin over your shoulder, make a wish for good luck. At the bottom they glitter. Cast in sun, molten gold. Countless wishes.
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