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Longing. Indeed, yearning. Even pining.

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Oh, WINTER. When oh when will you return?

In completely separate news:

Am saddened to know that Coney Island no longer looks like this. (Apparently the ratty decripitness has been largely eliminated?)

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I spent a lot of time wandering around there with my camera back (back, back) in the day.

Posted by Duff at June 25, 2011 01:25 PM

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you should come to England. It's cold here. (blah)

I've always wanted to visit Coney Island.... really, what does it look like now? urbanly regenerated?

Posted by: monica at June 25, 2011 02:10 PM

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