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Kitty loo

I even managed to go out for a nice dinner tonight, sitting in a window overlooking the harbor, with lights reflecting off the water. Oh, and one of the white church steeples was gleaming in the distance. How New Englandy can it get?

But still. I’ve spent an unaccountable amount of time today looking at this cam, waiting for some action. Sadly, I haven’t seen any. Which means the cam either isn’t working or they’re holding it.

(link via Watermelon Punch)

Posted on 02/12/05 at 10:49 PM
 




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