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Sunset Viewed From the Speedway

Posted on February 25, 2015 by ubu507

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Mrs. Abraham Crouch (Sophia Jane Withers)

Posted on February 24, 2015 by ubu507

Artist: Unknown American Date: ca. 1805 Medium: watercolor The young wife of Abraham Crouch, Sophia died at age twenty-one and is buried in St. Philip’s churchyard. The portrait was probably painted ca. 1805 when Sophia was in her teens. Gibbes … Continue reading →

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Hall

Posted on February 23, 2015 by ubu507

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Shattered

Posted on February 19, 2015 by ubu507

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The Blue Dress Address 3

Posted on February 18, 2015 by ubu507

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Salome

Posted on February 17, 2015 by ubu507

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The true spirit of the holiday

Posted on February 14, 2015 by ubu507

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AA Alley

Posted on February 12, 2015 by ubu507

The shape of a city changes more quickly than the heart of a mortal, and this is why, since Baudelaire, the city has served as a source for poetry. — Vincent Kaufmann

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The Blue Dress Address

Posted on February 11, 2015 by ubu507

The blue dress address Scripted across you Neck line edge Cut low drawn From a sapphire sheath Hem line detailing A body recovered From an azure fuselage A biped embedded In high heels A curvilinear graduated Cylinder … Continue reading →

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Home Territory

Posted on February 10, 2015 by ubu507

It was my home territory, as I had said, and the lights along the waterfront shone with remembered promise, even if all it had led to was the present. — Ross Macdonald, The Blue Hammer

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