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			<title>OCTOBER 2nd Draft</title>
			<description>Draped in whites, and plastics, under fluorescent light thebody&amp;rsquo;s lay in the gestural positions of tragic church paintings. I felt like Iwas interrupting something: they were all so untouched and unseen. Seventy-six, seventy-six had always beenthe undercurrent..</description>
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			<title>OCTOBER</title>
			<description>Draped in whites, and plastics,under fluorescent light the body&amp;rsquo;s lay in the gestural positions of tragicchurch paintings. It felt like he was interrupting something: they were all sountouched and unseen. He dramatically turned around with a purposeful na&amp;iu..</description>
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