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			<title>The Applesauce Feast </title>
			<description>My daughter is learning about Pilgrims and Indians at school, but what to tell her about the truth of it all?</description>
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			<title>Between two islands </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Like two lovers,I chose between two islands.The one I leftwon't let me sleep.I feel itin my dreams. Taste the salt water on my lips,feel the sand dry on my calves,revel in the stickiness-humid nights on the S.V. Patience - my body anything but-watch the Man-O-Wars glide by, electric an..</description>
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			<title>On picking my daughter up from school </title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;You know, Mama,&quot;&quot;God made kittens and puppies,&amp;rdquo; she says,full of first-grade private Christian school righteousness.&amp;nbsp; Then, &amp;ldquo;Can I get a kitten?&amp;rdquo;We&amp;rsquo;re already three&amp;nbsp;deep so I say no,and because I grew her in my belly, becauseour rage is the same&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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