The chair is a recliner and the view goes across the Portage to Houghton.
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- saints and jaguars
- ah, the MLA
- THREE kinds of pierogi
- lunch with Martha, Jenna, and Marina
- we luck out
- much better
- where are we?
- the temptation is to leap
- According to the Mining Gazette...
- looking toward our house
- What this has to do with hair, I don't know either.
- today, it blew
- Oh! Denaturalization!
- In which I re-acquaint myself, for a time, with Cr...
- you were wondering about the tree?
- while listening to the Messiah
- blog to the rescue
- oh, did I tell you: it's snowing?
- 5pm, Houghton Canal
- 11 am, other front door
- 8 am, front door
- from each according to her abilities
- That’s Dr. Ball to you!
- Here they are, the Scientific & Technical Communic...
- Friday night
- sucking up the sun
- and today's gift...
- I will miss this class.
- at school
- the tree is longer during the day
- my own personal jar
- the last week of the semester
- oh yeah
- for Sari, for me
- looking out the window, contemplating snow wistfully.
- I need to space out and look out the window for a ...
- the tree has visitors
- why pronoun reference matters
- photoshop realism
- more on courts and crime
- crap, just crap
- it was, of course...
- Poor Artists Sale Day
- and outside, at 2pm
- work
- here we are...
- living with snow
- and outside the other side of the house
- it's snowing
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