I don't like poached eggs (or any style in which the yolk and white aren't mixed), but I have to admit they're quite visually appealing.
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Who We Are
Random freshman year roommates, who thanks to a bit of creative self-description (nonsmoking, check), ended up living together in tiny spaces for two entire years.
Now, over a decade later, we're on either coast- one in New York City, the other in Seattle- but we still send each other beautiful things to appreciate each day.
Now, over a decade later, we're on either coast- one in New York City, the other in Seattle- but we still send each other beautiful things to appreciate each day.
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- feelin' kinda crabby.
- Oh, What a Night, or Still Life With Beer
- Barkcar
- Hop On It
- spring surprise!
- Follow It
- orla.
- Everything But
- Green and Brown
- hats off.
- they called him "ol' crazy arms."
- Marble Men, 8th Ave.
- saturday skiing.
- after 146 years, newspaper folds.
- Springing
- Block Drug Store, East Village
- Zag, 6th St.
- part 3 -- knobby.
- the real restoration hardware, part 2.
- the real restoration hardware.
- Warmth
- droplet.
- Good Neighbors, 14th St.
- sleeping in.
- Artichoke Slice
- you can have your cake, and decorate it too!
- market after dark.
- In Bloom
- flower shop walk-by.
- I Want to Ride My
- faux fenetre.
- Brooklyn Heights, Late Morning
- mung on me tongue.
- Diner Breakfast
- Warren St., Brooklyn
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1 comment:
agreed.
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