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	<title>Comments on: A Clean Well Lighted Place III</title>
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		<title>By: Pearl</title>
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		<dc:creator>Pearl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Apr 2006 12:10:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I enjoyed reading that. It walks the line between poetry and prose.</description>
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		<title>By: jason evans</title>
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		<dc:creator>jason evans</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Apr 2006 14:25:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;i&gt;We cast around for something to keep us afloat, knowing somewhere deep down inside, that there are only images and sounds filling the islets, the crevices of landscape we have carved out for ourselves. These are the landscapes in which we have our being, be they imaginary or real, and we populate them with stories about people like ourselves, similarly stranded with joy or grief.&lt;/i&gt;

That is probably the most cogent description of a power force driving me.  My fictional landscape is very strong.  And when I stumble upon glimmers of it in the tangible world, it feels like coming home.</description>
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<p>That is probably the most cogent description of a power force driving me.  My fictional landscape is very strong.  And when I stumble upon glimmers of it in the tangible world, it feels like coming home.</p>
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