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			<title>A Conversation with Pink Cotton and Other Distractions</title>
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			<title>The Alley Off Thirteenth Street</title>
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			<title>Catching Ashes</title>
			<description>Memory was like that sometimes. A collection of impressions joined by flotsam of trivia forgotten, just pieces left over, lost of context. It was like riding the train from Philly in a good seat by a window; falling in and out of sleep, cheek pressed against the cold glass, watching old tire..</description>
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