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		<title>Freedom From Face(book)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Given the ennui I&#8217;d been feeling, the cabin fever (I mean a week in the cabin, great,  but that 9th or 10th day starts hurting&#8230;.), I could see it starting.  I was on a superslick luge track to gold medal snarkery. Sure, I was proud. I mean this is what I trained for, right? My [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Testing 1 2 3 or Just start, redeux</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Starting with an apology has begun to become cliche and,for this blog anyway, just redundant. But I am. Sorry for anyone who hung on, hoping I might return and to those who stumbled here accidentally and got&#8230;nothing. Blank sky , white wash. But mostly, I am sorry to me, myself for stopping. My fellow writer [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Just start.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I know, odd thing to say from someone who seems to have &#8220;just STOPPED&#8221; blogging, but&#8230;in writing, and in life, the thing is: start. Fill the page, fill your heart, keep going, don&#8217;t stop to nitpick, just go. Then go some more. That&#8217;s how you do it. That&#8217;s the philosophy behind nanowrimo, which I&#8217;ll be [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Haiku Friday: Sweet</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Apples and honey rain drops dance, september walks l&#8217;shana tova beginnings straddle endings, sorry crosses love white cloud and still voice apple-y honey, sweet are friends who stretch oak-like arms billow cool warmth, peace for more Washwords&#8217; (and friends) haikus see Haiku You &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;And there was no one left to speak for me&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So, there was this protest  in my fair city this weekend. &#8220;Against what? What are they so angry about?&#8221; asked a doe-eyed college kid on the metro &#8220;Everything,&#8221; replied my love. &#8220;Ask a different one, get a different answer.&#8221; &#8220;Oh,&#8221; said the student, playing with her &#8220;peaceful co-existence&#8221; button. At first I was annoyed &#8211; [...]]]></description>
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