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		<title>i&#8217;m not falling</title>
		<description><![CDATA[icarus is &#8220;Claude didn&#8217;t sound every note. He must&#8217;ve been playing from memory. There is an unguarded quality in musicians unaware of listening ears. Intimate, hearing the piece like that, played for no one, played from far away, the sound escaping onto a stairwell presumed empty. Sheherazade spun out her tales over a thousand and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>full moon tonight</title>
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		<title>my precious tabitha</title>
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		<title>like pigeons</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Now I think of the starling flocks that move across the stripped winter landscape at home; how you&#8217;ll hear and look up to this great rush of birds, lifting and diving and turning. I think of the ravens, afloat on the air streams. Of the crows, going home at the fade of light, hundreds on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>a slice of heaven</title>
		<description><![CDATA[copyright 2010 meg cebula breathe wicklow mountains, ireland]]></description>
		<link>http://www.megcebula.com/2010/05/03/a-slice-of-heaven/</link>
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		<title>saying goodbye</title>
		<description><![CDATA[copyright 2010 meg cebula pigeons of st. stephen&#8217;s green dublin, ireland]]></description>
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		<title>i miss the beach</title>
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		<link>http://www.megcebula.com/2010/02/18/i-miss-the-beach/</link>
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		<title>keep going</title>
		<description><![CDATA[you can&#8217;t stop now]]></description>
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		<title>second nature</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;she clutched her purse and was completely composed, gracefully accepting people&#8217;s sympathies, but when they started to shovel the dirt over old dick&#8217;s coffin she began to weep, and her grief was strong enough to chase the sparrows from the trees.&#8221; - alice hoffman ~ thanks alice]]></description>
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