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			<title>Heat Waves</title>
			<description>Sitting on the back porch, feeling a bit like steamed broccoli.&amp;nbsp; The hot, humid weather is seeping into my pores and washing away toxins, worries, and all traces of motivation.On a day like this the speed of modern life, multitasking, rushing from one place to the next &amp;#2013266048;&quot; those thin..</description>
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			<title>The subway encounter</title>
			<description>Jane and her son boarded the subway train and found a seat.&amp;nbsp; It was mid afternoon, and the car was nearly empty.&amp;nbsp; At the next stop, the door opened with a whoosh.&amp;nbsp; In came a middle aged man, dressed in possibly every piece of clothing he owned, carrying a box.&amp;nbsp; Jane and her son l..</description>
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			<title>A Summer Night</title>
			<description>A locust splits his skin and bursts freeInto a brand new existence.He sits in the tree and sings his song of triumph.From the porch I wait and listenTrapped in my skin, my life.I sit in the rocker and hum an old folk tune.</description>
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