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			<title>Apparition</title>
			<description>The Key West noonday sun showed no favor, beating relentlessly on stilled palm fronds, new cement mausoleums and ancient tombstones. I was slowly walking the cemetery, taking some black and white photos during the 8th day of a long awaited motorcycle trip from New York. I was composing in the view..</description>
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			<title>Springtown Road, Maybe</title>
			<description>I went to that secret place on Springtown Road&amp;hellip;the place where the hippie women go, the ones who don&amp;rsquo;t shave under their arms. And there&amp;rsquo;s an old rusted iron railroad bridge where they climb naked to the top of the rusty beams and dive into the deep pool below. And swim to the b..</description>
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