The Blue Ghost
It's about the wind, blowing through time The sky, cloud rolling old car once new traveled adventures now bullets pass through. Wind blows dust off the sun shines the rust deep, That's the past stalled out, now a man walks to mountains.
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| The Blue Ghost
Hand made 50 X beaver hat dyed the softest memory blue, deer suede laced hat band, special rusty mauve feather captured by old copper coin. Brocade lined.
$450.
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