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- New York est remplie de personnes seules
- Friends
- P A R A M O U N T
- The Last Man, 1996
- Clean Living, 1996
- Diane, 1996
- I Wanna Be Adored
- $1000 Wedding
- RA WPO WER
- They Talk Too Much To Be Happy
- Colossal
- Young Lycurgus
- Grisaille
- Helen
- Privacy
- Before The Agōgē
- Aphorism From A Dream
- Minou
- Death of Seneca
- Part 2
- Property
- ложных весны
- The People Of Semyonovka Have Fled
- Aphorisms: Progress
- The Fuckwit Sees Purpose In Everything
- Freedom Fighter
- Torn Curtain
- Friendly Village
- Childhood
- Beauty Unrequited
- Slapboxing with Jesus
- New Directions in Poetry, Confidence, and Courage
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Except for the nearby minefields, yes, a wonderful childhood.
ReplyDelete.....her stripey pants are just wonderful. Yes, a fond remembrance of childhood is a good thing... Means success.. :-) Good for you Dad.....
ReplyDeleteI can imagine her spinning in the field. For some reason, the spinning induced nausea doesn't start until sometime around puberty. I'm personally hoping the nausea ends at menopause. I'd like to spin again. The spinning days should always be remembered fondly!
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