Because walk-ups don't have front yards, but they do have stoops.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
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- A year of friends
- New cravings
- Eggnog latte
- Old faves
- The day after the day after
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- No room at the inn
- "I live my life in the city / there's no easy way ...
- And now its snowing.
- Whatevs
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- Mon nouvel atelier portatif
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- Silver and Gold
- Got the spirit
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