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Piano, your house

By post_it on Wed, 15 Sep 2004

This is just to say your fingers were cold, maybe they frosted against mine as we walked. You sang as clear as a river, and as deep, I was spellbound...
Love
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Back Door

By post_it on Wed, 15 Sep 2004

I have left the key under the second plant pot, (the red one which used to hold sparse marigolds) because I won't be needing it any more.
Miscellaneous
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