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The auntie the sis
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- History is Not History
- The Hammer
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- Factions
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- Crickets
- Cufflinks
- Bone in Your Teeth
- Two Shy of the Light
- Along the Road
- Triangulation
- Eye of the Shark
- Portrait of a Younger Artist
- Turnpike in Winter
- Stone Wall, Salem, Connecticut
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- Emergency Writers
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- Colossus
- Wings
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- The Ghost of Paul Desmond
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Posted by: Padraig Murchadha | April 04, 2011 at 02:19 PM