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Saturday, November 1, 2008

Walking Girl

Well the frost is on the pumpkin and hay is in the barn.

Or, rather, the homeless guy is burning trash and the radiators on.

I guess James Taylor lyrics don’t really transfer from the Berkshires to Manhattan. Le sigh.



Posted by MRC at 6:13 PM
Labels: New York City Girl

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