#Woodstock Chimes

[thepinkpigs]

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Photo of Bob Dylan and Sara Lownds, Woodstock, NY, by Daniel Kramer(1965)

(Not Dark Yet)

* * * *

With your mercury mouth In the missionary times And your eyes like smoke And your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross, And your voice like chimes Oh, who do they think could bury you?

With your pockets well Protected at last And your streetcar visions Which you place on the grass And your flesh like silk, And your face like glass Who could they get to carry you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet Says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, My Arabian drums Should I put them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal And your belt like lace And your deck of cards Missing the jack and the ace And your basement clothes And your hollow face Who among them can think he could outguess you?

With your silhouette When the sunlight dims Into your eyes Where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs And your gypsy hymns Who among them would try to impress you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophets Say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, My Arabian drums Should I put them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

The kings of Tyrus With their convict list Are waiting in line For their geranium kiss And you wouldn't know It would happen like this But who among them really wants just to kiss you?

With your childhood flames On your midnight rug And your Spanish manners, And your mother's drugs And your cowboy mouth And your curfew plugs Who among them do you think could resist you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophets Say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, My Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen They all did decide To show you where the dead angels Are that they used to hide But why did they pick you To sympathize with their side? How could they ever mistake you?

They wished you'd accepted The blame for the farm But with the sea at your feet And the phony false alarm And with the child of the hoodlum Wrapped up in your arms How could they ever have persuaded you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophets Say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, My Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheet-metal memory Of Cannery Row And your magazine husband Who one day just had to go And your gentleness now, Which you just can't help but show Who among them do you think would employ you?

Now you stand with your thief, You're on his parole With your holy medallion And your fingertips now that fold And your saintlike face And your ghostlike soul Who among them could ever think it could destroy you?

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophets Say that no man comes My warehouse eyes, My Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Or, sad-eyed lady, Should I wait?”

[woundedgalaxy]

d*l*y d*ny d*p*s*

still house plants - if i don't make it, i love u cs + kreme - the butterfly drinks the tears of the tortoise j.r.c.g. - grim iconic…(sadistic mantra) 1127 - ض th blisks - elixa firnis dc - firnis der civilisation straw man army - earthworks eftergift - vatten över vatten elucid - revelator blood incantation - absolute elsewhere

dip friso - dip friso thomas bush - the next 60 years slender - learn to die moin - you never end woodstock '99 - '99 ta life jabu - a soft and gatherable star carrier - in spectra roy montgomery & friends - broken heart surgery chat pile - cool world bobby would - relics of our life los doroncos - sun and fireworks able noise - high tide reek minds - malignant existence blod & shadow pattern - midnite blues cuneiform tabs - cuneiform tabs polido - hearing smoke the drin - elude the torch christoph de babalon - ach, mensch brain tourniquet / deliriant nerve - split montel palmer - love getaway poison ruïn - confrere gel - persona warm currency - petals hlm38 - hlm38 spectral voice - sparagmos läuten der seele - die reise zur monsalwäsche

archival

gastr del sol - we have dozens of titles naoki zushi - iv galaxie 500 - uncollected noise new york '88-'90 brannten schnüre - aprilnacht pumice - miserable poison

tunes

lo.s.o - damaged ft. debbie deitering jabu - final day tommy richman - million dollar baby

films

civil war d. alex garland evil does not exist d. ryusuke hamaguchi rebel ridge d. jeremy saulnier megalopolis d. francis ford coppola caught by the tides d. jia zhang-ke chime d. kiyoshi kurosawa soundtrack to a coup d'etat d. johan grimonprez rumours d. guy maddin, evan johnson & galen johnson

tv

industry disclaimer mr. & mrs. smith

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[themusicpilgrim]

Woodstock Chimes Temple Bells - Quintet, Copper (Model TB5C)

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[chrisryanspeaks]

The Dazzling and Inspirational | Still Corners - “Crystal Blue”

In their latest sonic voyage, Still Corners dazzles with "Crystal Blue," a luminescent gem and the third single off their eagerly awaited album, Dream Talk, poised for release on April 5th through Wrecking Light Records. Like waves cresting and falling, "Crystal Blue" washes over the senses with its rhythmic pulse, conjuring images of two lovers divided by vast seas, yet united in their yearning to bridge the aqueous expanse that lies between them. The narrative unfolds within the confines of time's relentless march, as the duo finds solace in the sea's eternal companionship, all the while longing for a reunion beneath the same celestial glow. The track's instrumentation—a fusion of gentle drumbeats, congas, and the singular chime of a marimba—serves as the backdrop to Tessa Murray's introspective musing, "Do fishes sleep, in the ocean blue? Do you dream of me like I dream of you?" A guitar solo, crystalline in its clarity, acts as a sonic conduit, transporting the listener across the globe to witness the lovers' odyssey to realms anew. Through its sparse percussion and unadorned arrangement, "Crystal Blue" crafts a dreamscape that is at once ethereal and grounding, encapsulating the album's titular essence. This auditory daydream evokes a Brian Eno-inspired trance, with Murray's airy vocals and the silky tapestry of sound enveloping the listener in a cocoon of surreal tranquility. Check out “Crystal Blue” below: "Dream Talk" is a testament to the fluidity of creation, its roots sprawling across East Sussex, the verdant landscapes of Southern France, and the storied environs of Woodstock, New York. "The songs came together quickly, thanks to the liberty of writing from any locale, which sustained our creative momentum," shares Murray. Greg Hughes, the architect behind the album's sound, reflects on their exploratory approach: "We ventured through various sonic terrains, experimenting with different mics, amps, and effects, before finding our sound. Mixed analog through our new SSL console, the album radiates a distinct luster." The release of "Crystal Blue" is accompanied by a visually arresting video helmed by the acclaimed director Lucy Dyson, known for her collaborations with Beyonce and Paul McCartney. Dyson shares, "Working on 'Crystal Blue,' my fourth video for Still Corners, was a delightful dive into the song's oceanic and serene qualities. The track, reminiscent of the sea's vastness and the calm of a summer breeze, inspired a visual narrative as tranquil as the sight of seahorses gliding through water. Utilizing stunning 8mm footage and drawing inspiration from Tessa’s elegantly simple silk shirt, the video weaves together the ethereal beauty of a coral reef, the shifting shades of the deep, and the hypnotic dance of seagulls on the wind, all mirroring the serene beauty evoked by the music." In "Crystal Blue," Still Corners invites us on a reflective journey across emotional and physical landscapes, crafting a musical and visual tapestry that celebrates the power of love, the mystery of the sea, and the ineffable beauty of dreaming together. Read the full article

[audiofuzz]

The Dazzling and Inspirational | Still Corners - “Crystal Blue”

In their latest sonic voyage, Still Corners dazzles with "Crystal Blue," a luminescent gem and the third single off their eagerly awaited album, Dream Talk, poised for release on April 5th through Wrecking Light Records. Like waves cresting and falling, "Crystal Blue" washes over the senses with its rhythmic pulse, conjuring images of two lovers divided by vast seas, yet united in their yearning to bridge the aqueous expanse that lies between them. The narrative unfolds within the confines of time's relentless march, as the duo finds solace in the sea's eternal companionship, all the while longing for a reunion beneath the same celestial glow. The track's instrumentation—a fusion of gentle drumbeats, congas, and the singular chime of a marimba—serves as the backdrop to Tessa Murray's introspective musing, "Do fishes sleep, in the ocean blue? Do you dream of me like I dream of you?" A guitar solo, crystalline in its clarity, acts as a sonic conduit, transporting the listener across the globe to witness the lovers' odyssey to realms anew. Through its sparse percussion and unadorned arrangement, "Crystal Blue" crafts a dreamscape that is at once ethereal and grounding, encapsulating the album's titular essence. This auditory daydream evokes a Brian Eno-inspired trance, with Murray's airy vocals and the silky tapestry of sound enveloping the listener in a cocoon of surreal tranquility. Check out “Crystal Blue” below: "Dream Talk" is a testament to the fluidity of creation, its roots sprawling across East Sussex, the verdant landscapes of Southern France, and the storied environs of Woodstock, New York. "The songs came together quickly, thanks to the liberty of writing from any locale, which sustained our creative momentum," shares Murray. Greg Hughes, the architect behind the album's sound, reflects on their exploratory approach: "We ventured through various sonic terrains, experimenting with different mics, amps, and effects, before finding our sound. Mixed analog through our new SSL console, the album radiates a distinct luster." The release of "Crystal Blue" is accompanied by a visually arresting video helmed by the acclaimed director Lucy Dyson, known for her collaborations with Beyonce and Paul McCartney. Dyson shares, "Working on 'Crystal Blue,' my fourth video for Still Corners, was a delightful dive into the song's oceanic and serene qualities. The track, reminiscent of the sea's vastness and the calm of a summer breeze, inspired a visual narrative as tranquil as the sight of seahorses gliding through water. Utilizing stunning 8mm footage and drawing inspiration from Tessa’s elegantly simple silk shirt, the video weaves together the ethereal beauty of a coral reef, the shifting shades of the deep, and the hypnotic dance of seagulls on the wind, all mirroring the serene beauty evoked by the music." In "Crystal Blue," Still Corners invites us on a reflective journey across emotional and physical landscapes, crafting a musical and visual tapestry that celebrates the power of love, the mystery of the sea, and the ineffable beauty of dreaming together. Read the full article

[billi-mausi]

Mary MacDonald.

Now she is THE Casanova of the tower

Babe had it rough too (don't worry) okay so she was muggle born so she was already a minority yk, when she had first gotten her letter she was so excited because she thought she would now be in a place with people who are all like her , somewhere where people won't judge who she is based on her color or who her parents are, she thought she would be free and herself

But coming to Hogwarts was so much but not that, while in her world she was excluded because of ber color, at Hogwarts she was excluded because of who she was born to. It didn't matter that she was, if not better, but just as good as Sirius Black (a pureblood) in charms, no, what mattered was weather or not her parents knew how to use a stupid piece of woodstock and produce sparks from it. Her first year was bad, she hated the magical world, she wanted to leave the school next year

But one time while sitting in the common room Mary had told a joke, everyone around her had laughed Sirius had exclaimed "oh we are going to be great friends MacDonald!" Lily had laughed out "Oi Black, are you trying to steal my bestfriend?" James has chimed in with a smirk "Oh you guys stop fighting, Mary obviously likes me the best."

This, this was the moment Mary felt like she truly belonged somewhere

Mary felt loved and included and respected , she believed she was something other than a color, a race, a status and that changed everything

Mary grew into herself, she became proud of herself, she became unapologetically herself, she had her moments of doubt still, but her confidence overshadowed all

She wasn't afraid to take leaps and jumps not because she know whe won't fall, but because she knew that if she did there would many a people to break her fall and then raise a platform for her to jump again.

And a Mary MacDonald who wasn't afraid of people of herself? Pheww

Her sheer confidence and flirting could bring a grown AND gay man to his knees

So yes, Mary MacDonald, the myth, the legend, the rizz master, the absolute queen, was the Casanova of the Gryffindor Tower.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

Remus Lupin the Casanova of gryffindor tower? Oh darling no! My boy was a 6ft something werewolf with NO social skills with a deep rooted sense of self hatred and doubt. Initially he didn't talk (forgot about flirting?) with anyone other than the Marauders, (and even with the Marauders he tried everything to push them away but those boys attached themselves to him like leeches and never let go)

He was so shy and insecure and a professional overthinker that after every conversation with a stranger he was so afraid to turn his back to them with the fear of them talking about him, anytime he entered a room and people were whispering he would immediately make it about his scars (even thought they kids were discussing about James Potter and Regulus Black being the next IT couple)

My boy was just so scared to talk to people

He wasn't mysterious, merlin no, he wasn't sly (almost the entire Hogwarts 6th and 7th year student body and the entire gryffindor tower knew about him being a werewolf because obviously?? Like his nickname was MOony?? His family member was always sick on the full moon?? He had visible big scars on his face??? No one said anything because honestly no one cared?? What harm could this boy with an obsessive choclate and old jumper addiction do??) He was just a tall awkward nerd with the comfiest sweaters and a melted chocolate always in his pocket.

The point is, my boy, my darling, my lovely, my moon, Remus Lupin? He was NOT the Casanova of the gryffindor tower.

Now Mary MacDonald on the other hand-

[yourgardenstop]

Woodstock Chime-Take Me Out to the Ball Game Chime

Tuned to the opening notes of Take Me Out to the Ball Game.

Inspired by the Chicago Cubs' World Series win in 2016, this chime is tuned to the opening notes of Take Me Out to the Ball Game, a Tin Pan Alley song written in 1908 by Jack Norworth and put to music by Albert Von Tilzer. The song was first played at a Major League Baseball game during the 4th game of the 1934 World Series. Nowadays it's sung at baseball games in North America, always during the seventh-inning stretch, with the crowd enthusiastically singing along. Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd ... For its one, two, three strikes you're out At the old ball game! This chime was designed with a removable windcatcher for easy customization. Including a personal message such as a wedding date, note of sympathy or birthday greeting makes the gift that much more special. Woodstock Chimes does not offer engraving services, but the removable windcatcher can be taken to a personalization store, trophy shop, printer or jeweler to be engraved or silk-screened.

Product SKU: TMOC

UPC: 028375291519

Dimensions: 27 in. Overall Length

Material: Cherry finish ash wood, 7 silver aluminum tubes, silk-screened windcatcher, removable windcatcher for easy customization

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[thepinkpigs]

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[neurolane]

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Woodstock CHIMES OF POLARIS WIND CHIMES, BRONZE, 22″ Total Hanging Length  #dm

[etakeh]

A few weeks ago I got the chimes of Pluto, and I'm so glad I did.

But then I went to their website (to price Saturn and Eclipse chimes) and found this.

Also they have ringtones.

[mindfulrelaxing]

these Woodstock chimes home are made from aluminum, which makes them weather resistant and durable. They can be used indoors or outdoors and will provide years of enjoyment. The chimes come in different sizes and shapes, so you can find one that best suits your needs.

[rosiespieceofheaven]

Rec'd my ... #meditation #singingbowl set & #Zenergy #chimes #eastern #relaxation #chimesofpluto #woodstock #sound #ohm #mindfulness #warmth #palm #🎶 #♪ (at Bronx, New York)

[alainadavisauthor]

It’s Only Forever:

A Labyrinth fanfic

What if Labyrinth was more of a dark fantasy with a touch of horror? Sarah Williams is a teenage girl who must save her stepbrother Toby from the clutches of the infamous Goblin King. Along the way, she encounters horrors, trials, and discovers more about herself. Will she choose her normal, everyday world or take her place in the Underground? The choice will only last forever. Not long at all.

Hi everyone, Lyra here! I decided to post my fanfic on here as well. I’m just super excited about it! If you’re a fan of Labyrinth I think you’ll enjoy it, and if you’re not, I think you’ll still like it!

Chapter One: Not Long at All

Above the park in the small New York town of Woodstock, a white barn owl flew among the grayish clouds, its large black eyes gazing intently toward the ground, looking for something. Or someone. It extended its claws and landed on the small obelisk that looked over the whole of the park like a guardian vigilantly keeping his post. The owl’s head darted back and forth, spotting no one in sight except for a shaggy sheepdog lounging on one of the benches waiting patiently for its owner. Under the owl’s watchful eye, a figure appeared wearing a pale off-white medieval-style dress. A young girl, looking no more than 16 years old, ran over the stone bridge that curved over a small pond. The dress looked handmade, with pale yellow tassels on the bell-shaped sleeves, there were some holes in the bodice and skirt, tiny little tears that showed this dress had been thoroughly worn. Atop the girl’s head was a crown of plastic flowers and ribbon. Yet despite the faded and crude nature of her costume, the girl herself looked as though she were truly a beautiful princess. Her face was soft and heart-shaped, lips full and baby pink. Strands of dark, silky brunette hair framed round forest-green eyes that shone like fresh dew on the tips of rose petals. She held her head high and was somehow graceful even while running, stopping a few feet from the obelisk. The owl watched her in fascination, its big black eyes never wavering from their target. Her eyes were clear and determined as she spoke.

“Give me the child,” she said to an imaginary enemy standing before her, “Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City,” she gestured with her arms all around her as if she were surrounded by the stones of a grand castle. Darker clouds approached, beckoned by her very voice, “To take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours. And my kingdom is as great!”

A peal of thunder interrupted, pointedly emphasizing her words. She looked overhead, drawn away from the moment. Her brows now furrowed with worry that rain was coming. The owl bent forward, perhaps lost in the unseen drama. The girl looked down towards the ground, biting the inside of her cheek

“For my will is as strong as yours,” she mumbled, “My kingdom is as great…” she grimaced, “Damn!” She reached into her sleeve, pulling out a thin red book with golden lettering which revealed The Labyrinth to be its title, a red ribbon bookmarking a page towards the back.

“I can never remember that line,” she muttered as she opened the book to the marked page, scanning over the words until she came to the ones she was looking for, the final words of the monologue. As soon as she read them, she sighed and scolded herself for forgetting such a simple sentence, no matter how many times she’d read it.

“You have no power over me.”

Thunder rumbled again, earning a high-pitched whine from the shaggy sheepdog on the bench. The corner of her lip turned up in a smile as she walked over and gave her dog a quick pat on the head, scratching behind his ears.

“It’s ok, Merlin,” she comforted, “Good boy. You were a wonderful audience.”

A different sound pierced through the air, a loud chime. The girl looked over at the clock tower a few meters away, seeing the hands pointing to the time. 7:00 pm. Her eyes widened and she cursed, calling Merlin forward as she gathered her skirt in one arm, revealing jeans and brown loafers, and ran back over the bridge towards town. Merlin obediently jumped off the bench and caught up with her, following her lead. The owl also followed her, extending its wings and taking flight, staying close from above.

Within seconds there was a downpour, soaking through the girl’s costume. Mud sloshed up onto her jeans and dress as she sprinted through puddles, rushing past the little shops on the town streets on the way to her home. She had to pass through some shrubbery to finally make it to her porch. She only hoped that—

Standing in the doorway with her arms crossed was a tall, lanky woman with short red hair and blue eyes, which were hard and mean. She wore a pink blouse with a string of pearls and a white skirt and heels. She scowled down at the girl, looking at her watch to confirm the time.

“Sarah, you’re an hour late,” her voice was harsh.

“I’m sorry!” Sarah said, “I was in the park and I—”

“You were playing your stupid dress-up games, yes I can see. And now you’ll be dragging mud into the house.”

Sarah started to feel sticky and uncomfortable standing out in the rain, feeling slightly chilly. She opened her mouth to speak, but her stepmother raised a hand to silence her and said, “Just get inside.”

Sarah patted her leg, “Come on, Merlin.”

“Not the dog!” Her stepmother exclaimed, “He goes in the garage.”

“But—”

“Now.”

Sarah led Merlin to the garage where he could get in through a little doggy door. She got him inside where he shook his fur to dry off before laying on the concrete and made her way back to the front door. Irene stepped aside for Sarah to come in, giving her a look of disgust as she passed her.

Irene slammed the door shut behind them and grabbed Sarah’s wrist with bruising force, jerking her back, “I gave you a time to be home and you show up in the rain in your silly little costume?!”

“I said I was sorry!” She defended, trying to free herself from Irene’s grasp, “I just lost track of time!”

“Your father and I just want one night to ourselves, just one and now you’re going to make us late. Do you like putting us through hell?”

“You go out every weekend! You didn’t even ask me if I had any plans!”

Sarah’s head turned to the side as she was slapped. She looked into Irene’s cold eyes and felt tears welling up in her. Irene had hit her before, several times when she talked back or even if she just did something the wrong way. She should have gotten used to it, but the pain still stung.

“Because you never have plans!” Irene said, her voice angry and dripping with malice, “You’re 16 years old and playing dress-up. You have no friends, no dates, all because you act so weird. Can’t you at least pretend to be normal?”

Sarah trembled, not knowing what to say that wouldn’t get her slapped again. Footsteps approached them and Irene threw her hand down, still glaring at her. Sarah’s father Robert entered the foyer, adjusting his tie. He was an average man with curly brown hair and dull eyes, wearing a tan tweed suit and red tie.

“Oh, Sarah, you’re home.”

He said this as though he’d known all along and was just covering his ass. He always looked the other way. Sarah stared at him with pleading eyes, begging him to defend her, to stand up for her; but one glance at him could tell her he had the spine of a jellyfish.

“We were worried about you,” he said. It sounded hollow.

Sarah stomped her way to the staircase, leaving a trail of rainwater on the hardwood floor. She tore off her plastic flower crown, trying her best to hide the tears.

“I can’t do anything right, can I?” She complained, rushing up to her room before Irene had a chance to respond. She slammed her door at the end of the hall and picked up a pillow, burying her face in it and screaming. Tear stains were left on the fabric as she threw it down and angrily wiped away her tears. She sat on the edge of her bed, closing her eyes and calming down. At least there was solace in her room which hadn’t changed much since she was a child. She had a small pink patchwork canopy bed that suited her just fine. It was a little smaller now that she had grown but it was still big enough for her. A wooden display of various favorite stuffed animals was hanging on the flowery wallpaper beside the bed, along with various posters and pictures. Even more stuffed animals and her childhood toys were set up around the room with games and costumes, a bookshelf set next to her window held every fantasy book she could get her hands on. Her vanity was covered in jewelry, makeup, and playbills from various shows she’d seen. It was still very much a little girl’s room, but she took comfort in this place where she wasn’t hit by her stepmom or neglected by her father. She was anything she wanted to be, a princess, a warrior, a hero…

She finally stood and took off her dress and crown, setting them aside to be fixed later. She changed into a fresh pair of jeans and loafers, slipping on a white poet blouse with a golden brocade vest sewn to it. Letting down her long dark hair, she ran a brush through it several times until it was silky smooth. As she stared in the mirror, she began to recite the lines from her book to herself quietly.

“Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered…”

There was a knock at her door, and her father’s voice followed it.

“Sarah! Sarah, I need to talk to you!”

“There’s nothing to talk about!” She said, turning around and looking at her door, “You better hurry or you’re gonna be late!”

For a moment, she thought he’d open the door, and tell her he was rescuing her. That Irene would be gone by tomorrow and he’d never let anyone or anything hurt her again.

“Listen, we really do have to go now, but we already put Toby to bed and we’ll be back around 9:30!”

She heard his footsteps walking away from the door and her heart sank.

“You really wanted to talk to me didn’t you?” She said angrily, getting up and flopping onto her bed, “Practically broke down the door!”

She heard her father’s car start up and pull out of the driveway before speeding off. More tears came to her eyes but she willed them away, squeezing her eyes shut and turning to her side to face the wall. She pulled the blanket up over herself and laid there for a while. Toby was at least in bed, so she could rest as well. Eventually, her eyes fluttered closed and she fell asleep, entering her dream world where everything went her way. Outside her window, the owl watched and waited.

[yourgardenstop]

Woodstock Chime - Chimes of Mozart Medium

At 25 inches from ring to the windcatcher, this is our mid-sized Chime of Mozart. Tuned to the opening intervals of the andante movement from Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 21 in C Major, this chime was created in honor of the 250th anniversary of Mozart's birth. This chime carries a lifetime tuning guarantee.

Product SKU: MGM

UPC: 028375143214

Dimensions: 25 in. Overall Length

Material: Cherry finish ash wood, 5 satin green aluminum tubes

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