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 So as I get lazy this one took a while...called Lamont I guess....I learned a lot about doing on this old door that did not even last a season on the house. Next time, if one, I better sand more paint off as burning the story into this took a while and is not as deep. But it is done. Nine sections to go in the woods at some point.




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