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			<title>the listening</title>
			<description>I closed the window.&amp;nbsp; I sat down on the bare corner of one of the beds and rested the back of my head against the wall.&amp;nbsp; A weight centered over my body, pulling my eyelids closed even though I tried to open them.&amp;nbsp; A liquid clogged my brain and I wondered if I had opened my ears too wi..</description>
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			<title>vacancy</title>
			<description> I looked out the window.&amp;nbsp; The sun tasted the sky; tiny black birds flew in the distance.&amp;nbsp; Their wings so muted I could not tell in which direction they were flying.&amp;nbsp; The landscape was flattened, with only a scattering of trees, tall telephone poles stood out sorely, many angled to ..</description>
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