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December 21, 2020 by Madison Goldbeck

Winter 2020 Collection



Cheers xo

-Madison


Pamela’s Last Will & Testament

 

Writing in Devanagari

 

That must have been the sun!

 

fan his fire

 

A description of Life called the Life of Lady Cavendish

 

apartment near the river

 

blame the puppeteer

 

a home to die for

 

847

 

LIFE and Death and Giants

 

Haikus

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About Madison Goldbeck

Madison is the creator and founder of GoldDust Magazine. She currently works at TMJ4 News, one of Wisconsin's top news stations. She received a bachelors degree in journalism and creative writing from the University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee in 2018. She has a Siamese cat named Franz, enjoys reading Vladimir Nabokov, and has no known food allergies.

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