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			<title>A Day in the Sun</title>
			<description>The idea of seeking friendship is terrifying, but seven days is fading into 30.After a month alone, in this strange place, I accept my solitude.I do not expect to stay.I did not expect to be here this long.I muse over the time already gone, as I follow the sidewalk through town.&quot;Hey! Com..</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;crushed&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;into a fine powder&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; sugary&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>Tuesday</title>
			<description>ball gown	for tuesday afternoondoing dishes	at the sinkheels	and&amp;nbsp;lipstickgrime	and bubblessinging with the radio on</description>
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