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			<title>Prometheus</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Prometheus&amp;nbsp;I gave you the ability to burn bridgescompletely awareof the consequences,&amp;nbsp;but under the calculated assumptionthat remaining still was effortless.&amp;nbsp;I mean,after all,it was supposed to bea fundamental law of physics,that all things are to r..</description>
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			<title>Persimmons a la Li Young Lee</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Persimmons a la Li Young Lee&amp;nbsp;After reading Li Young Lee&amp;rsquo;s &amp;ldquo;Persimmons&amp;rdquo;,the professor turned to meas if I had something interesting to say.&amp;nbsp;What to say of precision? What to say of persimmons?Precision was what my father demanded,even when cutting p..</description>
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			<title>Equinox</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Equinox&amp;nbsp;We are caught in between acts,we tightrope walkerstrembling on the fine line between night and day,unable to finish,the world ceasingto care&amp;nbsp;Somewhere along the linethe spotlight had slipped off unnoticed,had faded into the fogas all Berkeley solstic..</description>
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