Comments on: OpenStreetMap Montréal http://www.catherine-roy.net/blog/2008/07/29/openstreetmap-montreal/ tout semble beaucoup plus clair que ce l'est en réalité Fri, 18 May 2012 01:56:53 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.3.3 By: zara http://www.catherine-roy.net/blog/2008/07/29/openstreetmap-montreal/#comment-5636 zara Thu, 21 Aug 2008 19:26:20 +0000 http://www.catherine-roy.net/blog/2008/07/29/openstreetmap-montreal/#comment-5636 Hi EFM ;) Yeah, I know, I have been a bad girl and kind of dropped off the face of the earth. Have not blogged, have not posted photos to flickr, have not commented much of anywhere (unless pissed-off about something), have not had much energy or time to get very involved. Sorry :( But I have been following your adventures (or misadventures). And I know things have been rough. I think about you and I have a vacation coming up so I will drop by soon. And euh, yeah, sure, you can send me a postcard, I will e-mail you about where. Hi EFM ;)

Yeah, I know, I have been a bad girl and kind of dropped off the face of the earth. Have not blogged, have not posted photos to flickr, have not commented much of anywhere (unless pissed-off about something), have not had much energy or time to get very involved. Sorry :(

But I have been following your adventures (or misadventures). And I know things have been rough. I think about you and I have a vacation coming up so I will drop by soon.

And euh, yeah, sure, you can send me a postcard, I will e-mail you about where.

]]> By: elizabeth http://www.catherine-roy.net/blog/2008/07/29/openstreetmap-montreal/#comment-5601 elizabeth Tue, 19 Aug 2008 22:45:30 +0000 http://www.catherine-roy.net/blog/2008/07/29/openstreetmap-montreal/#comment-5601 Wherefore art thou, I have missed thy warm embrace, the lingering touch, the breath pushing against the dewy hair of the skin. Er....I mean, hey! How is it going? And can I send you a postcard? I'm not a pervert, first sentence notwithstanding. Elizabeth McClung Wherefore art thou, I have missed thy warm embrace, the lingering touch, the breath pushing against the dewy hair of the skin. Er….I mean, hey! How is it going? And can I send you a postcard? I’m not a pervert, first sentence notwithstanding.

Elizabeth McClung

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