Spring Comes to the Big City
And what better way to celebrate than with a Philharmonic concert at Lincoln Center?
Okay, back to grading papers.
posted by Sarah Sometimes at 2:47 PM
Friday, March 23, 2012
And what better way to celebrate than with a Philharmonic concert at Lincoln Center?
Okay, back to grading papers.
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2 Comments:
I have sat on the side of that fountain so many times.
I thought I felt a ghostly presence sitting next to me . . .
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