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			<title>History the oldest subject in the world. </title>
			<description>My take on the subject that pre-dates time itself. </description>
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			<title>It's Not About Me </title>
			<description>Life is not about me, it is about the greater whole of humanity. </description>
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			<title>What the intellect cannot understand.</title>
			<description>Do you understand what your brain cannot?</description>
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			<title>Fading</title>
			<description>Just a glimpse into me. </description>
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			<title>Writing</title>
			<description>The aim of life is to live, and to live means&amp;nbsp;awareness, joyously, serenely, divinely aware...&amp;nbsp;And this is why I write... It is not in the moment&amp;nbsp;that I tasted the delicacies of life that I savored&amp;nbsp;them most...It was later, when I could remember&amp;nbsp;every flavor, every smell and..</description>
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			<title>ABSINTHIAN INAMORATA</title>
			<description>A weeping Valentine... </description>
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			<title>The Desisto School</title>
			<description>I was the grand recipient of lessons that had nothing to do with academics and everything to do with feelings of abandonment, brainwashing and an attempt to defile my spirit. </description>
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