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			<title>The birth of my Morning Star</title>
			<description>As I placed the ankara on her casket, I let out a deepsmile that came with a chuckling sound which made the tears and rheum in mynose stand still for a while. Although that cloth was the oldest of all thecloth materials adorning the casket, with a noticeable tear at the centre, itwas for..</description>
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