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			<title>A Yesterday</title>
			<description>The waxing poetic moment that happens once upon a time in every young woman's life.</description>
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			<title>The Spins</title>
			<description>Girls in Times Square circa midnight all seem to develop a similar pattern of fright</description>
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			<title>Tiger Eye</title>
			<description>A teenager goes on a nature walk expecting nothing and experiences an interchange that will linger with her for life.</description>
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			<title>A Simple Kind of Year for Dying</title>
			<description>At the third wake in two weeks....it makes one wonder-if it feels like a year for dying.</description>
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			<title>Let Me Go</title>
			<description>A meeting between two old acquaintances.</description>
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			<title>Sunny Afternoon</title>
			<description>Two headsFall evenly onto long prairie grassStaring glassy eyed up toward oblivion.Fluffy clouds peak down and shapeMolding into Abe Lincolns and japanimation facesAll in the time of a time out.And there they lie.Basking in the mid-afternoon glow-child-like,In perfect harmony one..</description>
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