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[...] We stood outside after the service, three in a row facing each other on the porch, while six others carried Joe’s casket between us and down the steps to the hearse.

[...] I suggest that you try your back porch. [...]

[...] We tie the papers in bundles and put them on an outside back porch for collection. [...]

[...] Gus was on the other side of the door, on the screened-in back porch, as he should be — only then I saw to my amazement that he was starting to walk through the glass panel in his eagerness to get to the food. [...]

[...] He simply stood at attention on the porch, symbolizing I don’t know what. [...]

[...] We walk down a shaded, quiet street and turn in at a large white house with a screened lower porch. There is a large tree to the left of the porch, and a weedy driveway leads back to a large white barnish-looking building with double top-hinged doors. [...]

[...] The kids downstairs, full of fun, began yelling with great energy on the porch. [...]

[...] As I wrote in Note 2 for the first session of Mass Events, which Seth-Jane gave a week ago, we’re having the front porch of our hill house rebuilt. [...] Today they installed the forms for the new porch steps, and poured again. [...]

Last night was the fifth night in a row that I’ve slept on the screened-in back porch in my new sleeping bag. [...] She’d never been able to sleep on the porch — one of the reasons we’d had it added onto the house to begin with.

[...] The wind chimes hanging in a corner of the porch were clashing together repeatedly. [...]

And I often feel this metaphor return as I step out on the back porch of the hill house and listen to the wind in the treetops to the north.

[...] Your episode on the porch last night is an excellent example of creatively using your environment. [...]

[...] Margaret said something to me like, “There now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” as all of us sat on a swing on their front porch. [...]

[...] She exclaimed in surprise: She’d consciously forgotten that event, for she hadn’t seen John as I briefly talked with him on the back porch. [...]

[...] The statement that I suggested should also be written, along with those procedures; the plans for the front porch (via Frank Longwell) and for the small (class) group should be further considered, for they also represent motion on other levels. [...]

We’d also noticed that as soon as Billy lost his appetite his littermate, Mitzi, became “just a little busybody,” as Jane put it, playing and running about the house and out on the porches, as if in her own way she was trying to compensate for Billy’s unaccustomed lack of activity.

[...] The third plant I found on the back porch of the apartment house last winter, where it had been discarded by Miss Callahan. [...]

[...] At first Jane and I thought this might refer to the month I found the discarded poinsettia on the back porch last winter. [...]

[...] The neighborhood was middle-class, the house gray-framed, two-storied, with a front porch.

[...] Dr. Levine, Miss Cunningham’s doctor, came out on the porch. [...]

[...] It was raging stronger than ever as we sat for the session at 9:15; drifts were piled several feet high against the northern side of the house, and against our new screened-in back porch facing the west. [...]

[...] I have told you that the changes are first mental, and therefore let me briefly give the reasons for Ruburt’s ease and sense of freedom the evening that your neighbors were with you on the porch—you know what I am referring to.

They stay at a pink stucco building, with porch enclosures that are round. [...] (gesture; groping for words) what would be the porch railing and the roof is round.

Early in this introduction I wrote that late in November 1963 Jane had had an out-of-body experience while writing her essay, The Physical Universe as Idea Construction—that she had looked in at herself from the porch roof outside our windows. That had been the porch she referred to. [...]

[...] As we milled about the side porch and garage area and began talking about 1730, Jim politely asked if he and the other three guests could see the inside of it. [...] The porch’s screen door was wired shut in a crude way that wouldn’t keep anyone out.

[...] She’d felt as though she was out of her body some of the time, out on the first floor’s porch roof looking in at herself. [...]

While we were surveying the house I saw a young black man step off the front porch and stroll out to the sidewalk. [...]

[...] [We paid him the balance due on the front glassed-in porch.])

In your mind’s eye however imagine a run-down, shabby, deteriorating shamble of a house with rotting floorboards and sagging porches. [...]

He should work on the porch more frequently, and paint there also. [...]