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	<description>Seeking satori in all the wrong places</description>
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		<title>You Can Keep The Dime (1994)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 02:20:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The dust mound grew with each sweep. Peter moved through the room, sweeping from end to end, making his way from one side to the other, moving the dust into a long mound on one side of the room. He pushed the dust mop slowly, taking slow strides, stepping, stepping, stepping, stepping, turning, stepping, stepping, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Novel snippet: Aphrodite Uncloaked</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 04:37:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[Here is a snip from the beginning of a novel I wrote in the mid- and late- 90s. This is the first time any piece of it has been published online.] Whispers and murmurs scattered throughout the crowd. All walks of people were watching with their hands covering their mouths, their eyes wide in amazement. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pack a lunch if you&#8217;re going to the moon&#8230; (1995)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I &#8212; I &#8212; I want to go with &#8212; with you.&#8221; &#8220;Now Charles, you know you can&#8217;t do that,&#8221; his mother replied. &#8220;W &#8212; well, if I can&#8217;t go with you, I want to go to the moon.&#8221; Charles&#8217; mother kissed him on the forehead, checked the brakes on his wheelchair, then waved goodbye [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Food For Thought (c) 1995</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jan 2010 06:05:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Caurach guard stood at the doorway calling names into the gloom. &#8220;Tokmyr! Rekoi! Fomur! Shorakuk! Qeykari!&#8221; As they were called, each Porruka emerged from the darkness, passing the guard and lining up in the hallway. &#8220;Qeykari?&#8221; There was a pause. &#8220;Qeykari! Now!&#8221; Qeykari slowly moved into the light. The Caurach swung wide and backhanded him. [...]]]></description>
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