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			<title>The discontinuity between how I see myself and what the mirror shows me</title>
			<description>I shower every morning. I get out of the shower and look at myself for the first time that day. I look in the mirror, and I like what I see. I walk away with a smirk. &amp;lsquo;Damn, I am one fine looking man&amp;rsquo;. The feeling of self worth radiates through my morning and as I make breakfast. As I br..</description>
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			<title>Quick Glances</title>
			<description>I hope I am not surprising anyone as I announce that 21st century life is fast paced. And aren&amp;rsquo;t we lucky that now we can judge and be judged in ultra speed. And social media (eg. Tinder, and Facebook) can assembly-line the judgement process for us. The natural response is to be good at reduci..</description>
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			<title>The Haunted House</title>
			<description>I arrived by bus, one cheek against the cold glass of the window. Trees and bushes blurred as they rushed past, but the distant mountains stood almost still. If I closed my eyes, I could see the mountains were moving, like the moon moves; like I was moving. How far away would I have to stand before ..</description>
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