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		<title>Sore Thumb</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 17:19:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I came to New York with nothing but a camera. I grew up here. I&#8217;m here now so when I disappear for another 10 years I will have all the little pieces to remember them by. But it&#8217;s been so long that I don&#8217;t even know the place anymore. It&#8217;s not a part of me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Autumn Is Memory</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2011 17:33:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Feel the air breathe quickness in your blood and break summer&#8217;s languid heat. The leaves rattle in the bony trees, papery skin softly sighing, &#8220;Have you come to stay?&#8221; Exquisite, solemn fall, the somber joy of darkness. Life&#8217;s last hurrah. The crows are calling from above, calling for you, peppering the forest smoke with their [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ward</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 06:02:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She reminds me of myself at that age: naive, disguising her insecurities with bravado. She&#8217;s tied her armor on with twine and tape, a shell so close to blowing away with the slightest wind. Her greatest fear lies in the world not accepting her for what she is, unsure of who she wants to be. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2011 18:42:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am the ghost, she said, her voice as hollow as the halls around her. She rubbed one cold hand across her face, redolent of the leaves outside that danced on the wind once more before their earthbound rot. Her skin was so pale, thirsting for sun, an alabaster not yet willing to part from warmth and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In Ukraine, Elevators Take YOU!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2011 22:50:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In Kiev, you lose the rules. Rule one: Learn to stare. Rule two: Learn to smoke. Where does this fit into the American mind? In Ukraine I was ready to go home. In a dizzying world where nothing makes sense, there are no helping hands and the cheat sheets are 6,000 miles away. Rule three: [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Close to Wonder</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 17:35:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Your eyes recall the indulgent feeling of sleep, the exquisite luxury of falling into the deepest well of dreaming. Behind the velvet wall lies the mundane you&#8217;ve always known. But every moment you&#8217;re awake, you&#8217;re straining to catch a smile, a glimpse, a word. The clamor of a hundred bright smiles and the cacophony of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>City of Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2011 17:13:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Everyone has a guilty pleasure, and mine is Paris. What they say about it is true: the dog poo, the price, the tourists. The Parisians. But there is so much to love about this old city that I find myself secretly smiling behind my hands when people criticize this beautiful place. But I waited a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>One Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 04:24:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day I will live another dream. One day, when the stars align and every stone has been set just right, perhaps I could take that leap of faith. There is the conundrum: the older you are, the more things you promise to do. We are given a fixed number of mornings to open our [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Métier</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2011 23:29:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The silence of the mountains was my only hope. After reaching the pristine valleys of the Eastern Sierras, my one goal was to experience the stillness of Nothing for a stretch. One can sit and stare out beyond the borders of civilization and watch the town creep across in the valley, spread beyond the gritty [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Beyond the White Picket Fence</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 23:35:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>schmoo</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Photo by Charlie Crane, from Welcome to Pyongyang Growing up, SAT scores and mathematics were higher on my priority list than genealogy. I knew little about my family beyond my parents&#8217; own lives, that they were a city girl and a country boy brought together in Seoul&#8217;s most prestigious university. Now that I am older [...]]]></description>
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