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		<title>Village 51 Glimpse</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 21:50:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mounting the fixture to the top of the cliff, the dwellers stared out to the frozen sea, not realizing that the fixture had been affixed incorrectly and would not survive the small gale that was soon to un-entrench itself from the sky. They were not of our village, they were of the other one, the ...]]></description>
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		<title>There’s Bugs</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 21:40:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Her face was enough of a certain way to stop her from being beautiful. Her eyes didn’t seem to blink enough. She and her mother wore cotton dresses and planted flowers around their house’s foundation. Earl drove his truck down their road—he would see her and imagine different bare parts of her. Earl lived alone ...]]></description>
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		<title>Belly Flop</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 21:30:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I can’t say I didn’t know we were out of gas, I can’t say I didn’t want this falling feeling, clouds made of icy swords and flashes of a small-town life: summer kisses, warm beef steak, fresh milk with a skin on top. I haven’t felt anything in far too long. I do what they ...]]></description>
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		<title>Chinatown, Yokohama, 1977</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 21:20:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The windows of the bakery across the street reflect the setting sun partway down the alley. The scent of bean-curd pastry travels further. The only other light is the neon word bar quivering as if it’s weary of war against the gloom. I settle on the stool around the corner of the counter, incline against the wall and order. ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Return</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 21:10:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Before releasing him, they gave him a form telling him what he could and could not do. He was not to engage in weight-bearing activities. He was not allowed to ambulate without support. He was not to try to sit up on his own. But next to the words “Return to normal sexual activity,” the ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Polar Bear</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 21:03:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I think they are two parts of a bear. My dad the head, my mom the claws&#8230;. &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>Infinite Things All at Once</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 21:02:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[That winter, I stayed up late and wore slipper socks and filed articles I’d read and liked about Zen meditators who learned to focus their minds so well they could unfocus their minds whenever they wanted, thus becoming insight machines, thus developing the cognitive control to let go&#8230;. &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>Parenting, from Chicago to Abu Dhabi</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 21:01:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By slicing each grape into eighths, I protect small children from possible death&#8230;.]]></description>
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		<title>Mindy ‘Baybee’ Byrne</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 20:20:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She’s born in Bernardsville, New Jersey, and dies somewhere near Mt. Pleasant, South Carolina. In between, she swallows a half-dollar and has to go to the ER&#8230;.]]></description>
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		<title>Out with Father</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 20:14:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“The food was good, the service was bad.” The waiter nodded and was withdrawing before any of us quite understood Father’s words, and Father went on with his story about Barney Mendel, resuming the lewd joke about Barney Mendel’s wife that always accompanied stories of Barney Mendel&#8230;.]]></description>
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