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Monty-e*: Birds watching
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Monty-e*: When it gets dark
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Monty-e*: What's for supper?
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Monty-e*: A mountain view
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Monty-e*: 1 sheep, 2 sheep...3 sheep...4....5......
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Monty-e*: The owner
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Monty-e*: Grandma
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Monty-e*: The Central Park Joggers
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Monty-e*: Thinking of New York
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Monty-e*: Softly
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Monty-e*: My boy ~
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Monty-e*: Because it's Christmas
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Monty-e*: Life choices
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Monty-e*: Before it got dark
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Monty-e*: The day she went out shopping
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Monty-e*: blurred self
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Monty-e*: Chapter one
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Monty-e*: Imagine
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Monty-e*: Trip to the flower market
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Monty-e*: H2O
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Monty-e*: Perfection
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Monty-e*: Liberta' di liberty
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Monty-e*: Moondance
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Monty-e*: A few degrees of separation
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Monty-e*: The sunny side
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Monty-e*: Coming back home
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Monty-e*: Never seek to tell
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Monty-e*: Food...for thought
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Monty-e*: C r o s s i n g
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Monty-e*: I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with elgantine.