I got up but Gwynnie, who kept warm between my legs, is still napping.
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- Here by the river, protected from street noises
- Pattern on the glass
- par avion
- the way to a girl's core
- Once upon a time
- now the oaks are white
- Nigh
- Say it with anchovies
- visions
- Day's Journey
- Where are all the grey cloud smoke originating from?
- Sunday (p.m.)
- A is for Angel
- Nearing
- Winifred
- My soul's friend
- Symphony in Grey and Green
- Afloat
- Wishful page hit analysis
- Oh honey, learn to love the sea
- Embraces
- Columbia County orbital
- Running the bath
- Afternoon
- Analyzing the stats
- The objects themselves
- Pruning one's self into a corner
- Hey you - got more ciabatta?
- Dream
- So say then that truth is in pulp fiction and in p...
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- Modern Living
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- Vantage point
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- He doesn't feel like working today
- Long views
- Embowered birds
- Before they change the display
- shadowbox dream
- Boy can I relate
- Runaway recipe
- Debriefing
- Sunday late afternoon
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- Doric, Ionic...
- To the things themselves
- New Year's reflections
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