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			<title>Marriage in the Postmodern World</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;No, you see, the real problem is that the man and woman stopped loving each other just one year into the relationship but neither of them ever realized it.&amp;nbsp; Now, five years in, neither one remembers what it&amp;rsquo;s like to enjoy the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dindelicato/937715/</link>
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			<title>Working Title</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you sit alone in an office with fluorescent lights, there&amp;rsquo;ll come a point when you&amp;rsquo;ll start to hear them.&amp;nbsp; When it starts, it&amp;rsquo;s barely audible; a low hum from the rectangle located directly above you.&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dindelicato/868081/</link>
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			<title>Oh, So That's Why?</title>
			<description>A minute-and-a-half into an introduction into introductory geometric (triangle congruence) proofs, it comes&amp;nbsp;- the interruption&amp;nbsp;- the question, this time accompanied by a look of genuine curiosity (and, dare I say, intelligence?) rather than the usual eye-roll and skeptically sour tone: &amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dindelicato/815774/</link>
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			<title>Streams of Consciousness - 11:10 to Penn</title>
			<description>Morning, 0700h, 02.0 hours before the alarm.&amp;nbsp; Who was I kidding setting it anyway?&amp;nbsp; Sun is shining, first time in 03.0 day, downed trees, fallen limbs, scattered leaves, the only reminders of THE EVENT.&amp;nbsp; Boot up Windows, check the sched., trains are running, an impressive overnight ef..</description>
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			<title>Streams of Consciousness - Recursive Function</title>
			<description>On reading Wallace</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dindelicato/815619/</link>
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			<title>Route 83 South</title>
			<description>Skyward,a&amp;nbsp;gray-black crust blankets all,hugging the world's curved contour&amp;nbsp;Four pale circles of light communicate along its surface, curve, swirl, spin, dance chaotically but with purpose, pattern, design&amp;nbsp;They converge, become one, then seperate&amp;nbsp;The ..</description>
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			<title>Baking Pancakes (in Russian)</title>
			<description>Mark digs the tips of his thumb and index finger into the nearly-dry earth beneath him, excavates a thin ellipse of andesite, holds it up and wipes its&amp;nbsp;face clean with his free hand, inspecting its freckled surface.&amp;nbsp; His eyelids close slightly; his expression is the one a person wears when..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dindelicato/815612/</link>
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			<title>My Wine</title>
			<description>Inspired by a glass of Long Island's Shirwood 2010 Steel Fermented </description>
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			<title>Waiting for Irene</title>
			<description>Thoughts from West Meadow Beach, NY on a late August afternoon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dindelicato/815316/</link>
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			<title>Streams of Consciousness - Barn Drawing</title>
			<description>It occurred to me today, after a failed attempt at sketching the exterior surfaces of a barn, that straight lines interest me in only the most academic of settings, those being, for instance, ones in which the initial value of a dynamic system is followed spatially by a series of points - an infinit..</description>
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