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	<title>lunch on tuesday</title>
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	<description>if we didn&#039;t, where would we be?</description>
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		<title>may</title>
		<description><![CDATA[one month of relative quiet set aside for enjoying everything that the stones are saying]]></description>
		<link>http://www.shicho.net/words/?p=1187</link>
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		<title>distances</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s at times like these that space seems to stretch itself out without any regard for how much I&#8217;d like to be with you on this of all days.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.shicho.net/words/?p=1173</link>
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		<title>no flipping coins</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Once in a while, the universe winks at us with quiet reminders that some things really shouldn&#8217;t be left to chance.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.shicho.net/words/?p=1176</link>
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		<title>chicken</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I remember feeling someone&#8217;s eyes upon me, that feeling borrowed from a dream which makes my knuckles prickle. I started pottering ostentatiously. I continued humming. I didn&#8217;t look around. The feeling didn&#8217;t go away. It was very quiet. I could feel you watching. I can&#8217;t remember why it seemed so important to avoid making eye [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.shicho.net/words/?p=1160</link>
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		<title>foreign</title>
		<description><![CDATA[How many times have I come back home only to feel like a stranger in my own past? The unfamiliarity of everything makes me wonder if what we call memories are actually stories rolled into dreams.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.shicho.net/words/?p=1162</link>
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		<title>room with a view</title>
		<description><![CDATA[sometimes when I travel alone I feel nearer to you. it puts me out of joint and makes me wish that I would say more when we&#8217;re sharing the same space. it&#8217;s too easy to drift apart when we&#8217;re close.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.shicho.net/words/?p=1151</link>
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		<title>planting seeds</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Ride your bike into nowhere,&#8221; she says, &#8220;It&#8217;s that kind of freeing thing.&#8221; We&#8217;re sitting on the couch, throwing out ideas about todays and tomorrows. There&#8217;s something appealing about dancing into distant sunsets, but earlier this afternoon we planted some vegetable seeds. They haven&#8217;t had time to germinate, but their roots have already entangled me.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.shicho.net/words/?p=1148</link>
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		<title>the story so far</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Nobody can now tell me that the impossible can&#8217;t happen. A new broom sweeps clean, Mighty oaks from little acorns grow, A cat may look at a king, And, indeed, the show really must go on.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.shicho.net/words/?p=1143</link>
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		<title>transmutation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time in far-away lands, there lived a short tale that, before it had a chance to stretch its wings, wilted, just as an epigram began.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.shicho.net/words/?p=1138</link>
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		<title>preparation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On purposeful Wednesdays, iron steps reverberate across the pavement; absolutely nothing can prevent locomotive intent.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.shicho.net/words/?p=1135</link>
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