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Sweet ride on the flatbed driving next to us
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the phoenixes are entirely made from found and recycled objects -- amazing
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the end of the Phoenix's tail
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the Phoenix is flying
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a Keith Haring triptych?
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snow race car
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snow mermaid
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snow swinging
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Wow. A huge thanks to @RL_Stein for featuring my little side project @foundpoems in the March 2014 issue of Real Simple! Check out page 30. On newsstands now, friends.
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excellent night. cheers.
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on Kensington Park Mews for dinner tonight, with excellent company
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coffee stain doodles
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desperate, it seems to me
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ominous trees, like we're far far north of the Wall
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stop
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how *you* doin?
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Stunning view: The CN Tower and the black expanse of lake beyond.
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I am occasionally challenged by people who don't understand why I don't want to ever live on the Upper East Side. Adding to the preponderance of evidence in the 6 train sub-topic, this picture of the 96th Street subway platform. A half hour of waiting aft
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Jared says this is the Milady's of the west coast. We'll see. We're drinking in honor of the great lady's demise tonight. Pink vodka anyone?
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looks like the perfect place for a Weight Watchers location
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So this dude in front of me on the plane has a GoPro strapped to his head. So many issues with this, but figured the least I could do is take a pic of *him*.
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The shell that remains from the six-alarm fire on our block from this weekend. Yikes.
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goodbye dc
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endless kaleidoscope of stockings and brassieres
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Bible study kabob house. Questions?
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hello, fella
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A heck of a way to kick off 2014: Making the front page of the Richmond Times-Dispatch! (sort of)
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best bbq I've had in Richmond, hands down
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Happy noon year's eve!
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Treats for Santa, the reindeer, and, in a genius stroke of empathy, the lonely and often-forgotten Mrs Claws.
