Monday, 12 October 2009

Dirty windows



View from John Lewis’ back staircase, Oxford Street.
Posted by westendmum at 22:51
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Miss Whistle said...

It's quite amazing that this is October. Everything looks so bright and fresh and summery.

I love your deflated bunny pics sooooo much, btw!

13 October 2009 at 03:10

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