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			<title>Gravity</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Distance. Everything here is distance. Everyone is in their own little world with somebody to talk to but me. Everyone is crying, but I'm the only one who not comforted. Maybe it's my stoic face; it could even be the tears that follow each other like a relay race. That is distanc..</description>
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