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🔫  ⎯ິ⎯⸝ㅤׄㅤThere was a man whose name was mentioned like scripture spanning corrosion-ridden valleys and arid gulches of the heartland in the last centuries of the Western frontier, when dust had given way to asphalt and revolvers became artifacts. A kid named Fourth Nattawat was once held in the charred bosom of the prairie on October 18th. The child developed into an ACE with an unfaltering manner of speaking, riding a steel horse whose motor roared like a chained thunderhead.

He would sit by his campfire at night, perched above #FourthOfAllTrades, the embers shuddering against the tackling blackouts, and he mumbled to the backdraught hailstorm:

       👍 The Rested Colt: PNG
       👍 The Stirring Colt: MP4

And riding alongside him, there is @WavesProjectsBot lending a hand to him and the rest of the folks:

Reckon I could ask a small favor? I’m looking to get my hands on the (PNG or MP4) version of the twibbon. Got my picture saddled up right here. Thank you!

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There’s no historic gentleman who can serve by himself out here under this sizable cleared firmament. Nothing would have happened without the good folks goading with him. Thanks a lot to @Ancienttechne for making the glad rags shape of their creation, also @Nattaawat, @Fourtvh, @Ghemini, and @phuwoin’s hearts to carve time outta their own dust-worn days. And last of all, yet not of lesser worth, to each noble soul whose labor and heart were yoked beneath this project.

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              @MlNDWAVE & @MontgoIfier
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