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This could be however a theater or theater building, but if so it is not (pause) on exact street level.

(At times Jane gets “feelings” about the physical condition of an individual, whether it is a friend or someone she passes on the street. [...]

[...] But I often feel such stirrings on my late night walks on the hilly, shadowed streets neighboring our own Pinnacle Road.

—and I enjoy the cozy specific nature of your den (Jane’s writing room) in its hillside house, nestled in its physical nest, the specific streets and small city. [...]

[...] I’d called the Bumbalos, our neighbors across the street, for help, but they were away. [...]

[...] Pieces of paper Rob picked up in the streets, leaves, beer coasters, chunks of hair, photographs, sketches, bills—all were used at one time or another. [...]

(From my seat at the living room table next to the windows, I happened to look out in time to see the Pipers turn the corner and move down the street toward our house. [...]

[...] Does he perhaps live on Light Street? [...]

Once in a while, Jane will sing to herself as she sits at her table in her writing room and looks east through the sliding glass doors at the side street rising into the woods to the north. Across the street is the white clapboard house of our neighbors, whom we love and who love us. [...]

[...] For although we didn’t know how they’d done so, our suggestions had helped her tune into a number of dear images of her girlhood in her hometown of Saratoga Springs, New York: She’d seen herself at an amusement park—Kaydeross—located on the shore of Saratoga Lake, just outside of town; she’d seen herself “jumproping very young” in the recreation field across the street from the Catholic grade school she had attended; she’d seen and interacted with family members, all dead now. [...]

[...] He did not tell us how he did this, or give us the name of the street on which she lives. [...]

[...] Later we found a June Fuller in the phone book, but this Fuller does not live on the correct street, either. [...]

[...] She’d planned to turn her easy chair around so that she could look out at the street lights, but instead she found herself admiring the bookcase that the chair already faced. [...]

(It will be remembered that in the 63rd session, June 17, 1964, Seth stated that he could “also see a sort of trouble in September for a woman neighbor who lives three doors down the street from him” in Williamsport, PA, “the difficulty here somehow involving two children... [...]

[...] Many trees were down in certain areas of the city, especially in our old neighborhood, around Water, Walnut, and Hoffman streets.

[...] She called to me from a car making a left turn off the Walnut Street bridge, by Water St. Jane & I were standing on the lawn by our apartment house. [...]

[...] You might be reading a newspaper headline, for example, as you cross a busy street. [...]

[...] Jane said she doesn’t know what streets are like in the city [although she was in New York City last year with me]—if the road in the experience was a superhighway in the city, there was still the slope, not level, going down from the road.

(11:51.) You have had in the past to some extent a disdain, because of your beliefs about yourself, for people perhaps met on the streets during business or working hours, or for people who did not have jobs, or who did not punch a time clock or whatever, and it is by those attitudes that you judge yourself (intently), and find yourself wanting in the eyes, say, of your brothers. [...]

He feels somewhat guilty because he stopped holding his large class at 458 West Water Street, thinking that such a change represented a retreat from an action he should have continued. [...]

[...] Gus, the friendly old Shetland sheepdog who belonged to our neighbors across the street, came up to the storm door, looking for the handful of dry food I give him each morning when I scatter birdseed in the driveway. [...]

Some of you could meet yourselves coming down the street and not even say, hello. [...]