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			<title>The Smallest Splinter</title>
			<description>Remember our first thanksgiving together,giving strength to our smallest finger tightly wrapped around the wishbone as it cracked in two. The table erupted with laughter whenI held up the tiniest splinter of bone. I smiled in defeat.&amp;nbsp; Remember you looked at me and&amp;nbsp;with ..</description>
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			<title>The Lonely Tree</title>
			<description>The Lonely Tree&amp;nbsp;Beneath the clouds on a hillI standa single carved heart lingerson the young layers of my old trunk.My branches once held the mostsmallest of creaturesand the strongest of birdsbeneath the clouds on a hill.Cold snow has been my blanket warm sun my light..</description>
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			<title>Premier Danseur</title>
			<description>Premier Danseur&amp;nbsp;My husband taught me to quickstep when I was seventeen and he was&amp;nbsp;twenty-two, the kind old fool broke into dance whenever the mood would strike&amp;nbsp;Now, with his head on a pillow and his feet covered with a blanketHe can dance no more.The flawless peo..</description>
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			<title>The Smell of Rain</title>
			<description>The Smell of Rain&amp;nbsp;Imagine my surprisewhen the rain came.I usually sense it before it crosses the threshold of my sky,that organic earth and metal smell.You were standing by the cart in your red capand blueberry stained tee shirt.My rain-soaked eyes blurred you into the fourth of..</description>
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