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			<title>The Orange</title>
			<description>The Orange&amp;nbsp;As I bit into my orange at breakfast, an image of the girl selling orangesby the roadside in my South African villageflooded into memory.&amp;nbsp;An orange, peeled and sectioned, becomes a planet divided, yet the fruit&amp;rsquo;s succ..</description>
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			<title>A Watched Pot</title>
			<description>A Watched PotIt won&amp;rsquo;t take long now before the waterin the tea kettle boils. I can stand and wait orsit and think.As the pot begins to rattleso does my brain, thinking&amp;hellip;thinking of what I could have donein the waiting.</description>
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