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We had a garden gnome that lived under a bush in our backyard... One day as my son was charging around the backyard with a metal bucket on his head. Sadly, when he inevitably tripped the garden gnome was broken...
He lay for a time, in peices beneath the bush he loved so. One morning the shards that we called The Gnome, were gone.
I like to believe that the garden fairies took it upon themselves to whisk him off to Avalon (that's so much more romantic than the dustbin reality).
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- Old Man Luedecke
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