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That’s where you live now? Wow. Beautiful.I can picture you in an old rocking-chair, with a heavy wool sweater and an Agatha Christie novel in your hands. Maybe smoking a pipe. Or drinking tea. With a shot of bourbon.Ok, enough. Really nice though.
You’re not too far off, Timo. Though the Agatha Christie thing… yikes. We miss Brooklyn lots
Can you tell I don’t read a lot? (a side from web-things, I guess).