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Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Jingle ALLLLLLLL the way.
Jingle ALLLLLLLL the way.
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It's in winter, sometime between the afternoon and...
Alone, not lonely.
Suspended.
Way up there.
Natasha.
Playing store.
Jingle ALLLLLLLL the way.
The way back.
Coziness
Supper on the porch.
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Fall in California....
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Rooftop stories.
My favorite type of evening.
The Performer.
My favorite type of mornings.
Lending a hand .. it doesn't hurt.
The long walk.
No Fishing.
Back Home.
The Sunday Trip comes to an end.
Stuck with you.
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