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Solid Gold



Photo courtesy of Golden Temple
The silent waters cascade and silently disperse into the holy monument.

It is the Solid Golden temple.

Preference is made to those with minted coins, silver and decked paper money.
Every inch wrapped in glass, delicate to the core of its sparkle. It is like walking on sunshine, crystal heat and the whole room fires up and there you see everything clearly!

Perfect crafted walls standing on solitude ground but floating on water.
It's simply amazing watching the gold Amritsar stare at me perched on the lake.

There it is, my golden temple religiously inviting me. It's a shame it lies on my desk, that brown image printed on my calendar.
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