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		<title>when i was writing of the eternal kiss</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 00:45:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[there is mystery in our pleasures. the taste and sense. how satisfying, satisfies. how would you be, how would you have. i am pure being, i am now. the dark night, found in illumination, the promise of blue skies. these are like dreams, portents of the potentials we hold so close. there is even yet [...]
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		<title>of verdigris too</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 21:01:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[the ancient and hue, left are shimmer, gone the glimmer, but green grow oh &#8211; green grow. the stars accomplished before their due, like dreams left absent, or dreams most true. i wander by the faintest haze, i wander by, though there are days. the nights are fast, the nights take to you. the dreams [...]
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		<title>when i was writing of waking</title>
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		<title>when i was writing of the lonely hall</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[before leaving, before returning, in the chill morn, when the water falls, and in between the gushing steam. the crease, the flat fabric. the rush of wheels, the rush of wheels. the pounding pulse, a life stream so close so far. if that is all you are, if that is all you are. why torment. [...]
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		<title>when i was writing of tinged rust</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[leaves folding in the tumble down headfirst, over again, fall in flight a flight to the ground. aground, not awash, not a sound. but silent as the water keeps, what only the water deep. can as it may, can as it lay. in to the dark night, dark time, the cold rising. chill a dew, [...]
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		<title>when i was writing before the mast</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[journey&#8217;s are apt to amaze, in their anticipation, the quiet before, the sudden change when you are moving. the journey begun. your mind spinning as you think of the sights you have only read of. this is to be relished. sometimes the journey is a new path in life. perhaps you will not return. or [...]
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		<title>when i was writing of southern wings</title>
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		<title>when i was writing on the voyage</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[i knew the dark recess and tossing waves. they were in my bones, the passage unwrit. oh a journey oh. there was the interminable wait, the hardship. the anxious advent before the letters changed. not without precedent, not without friends. the cold hunger pang. one way, one way. one chance, one day, to whisper i [...]
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		<title>when i was writing of returning</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[sometimes we think that what is near is far, and what is far is near. sometimes dreams will suffice, sometimes that is nice. sometimes that is the closest we get. i was imagining an orchard again. this time the fruit was on the bough, and where are we now? but an autumn, a harvest, a [...]
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