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		<title>Like A Serpent in The Belly</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Angelo&#8217;s Roman nose was a monument on an otherwise slim, narrow face.  In the third grade he defended it against the taunts I hurled at him by pushing me and running away.  I threw a rock blindly, but was alarmed when the unintended victory struck the back of his head.  so I followed his tears [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=yzed.wordpress.com&blog=55321&post=208&subd=yzed&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sister Mary Albert was a blackbird with a white throat.  Her habit flowed behind her tall gaunt exterior like a little black tail as she clicked down the school corridors on bird feet &#8211; her mean, suspicious beak seeking those whom it could peck.  Children were afraid of this nun and when I saw her [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=yzed.wordpress.com&blog=55321&post=200&subd=yzed&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Gifts Unwanted</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[To say that Maurice* likes to talk is an understatement.  This short, round septuagenarian is an avalanche of words, shoulder grips and backslapping mirth that demands complete attention.  For a time I observed him from a distance, reluctant to immerse myself in his typhoon of anecdotes, chirpy laugher and small, circular eyes &#8211; I felt overwhelmed just watching [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=yzed.wordpress.com&blog=55321&post=188&subd=yzed&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Young Love</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I saw them lounging on the shore of Brandt&#8217;s Creek, two thirteen-somethings barely visible in the arms of what seemed to be a tryst.  It was a hot day and I noticed them, as I rode past slowly on my bicycle, nonchalantly peering over at me as if I&#8217;d distrubed something private.  In a burst [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=yzed.wordpress.com&blog=55321&post=183&subd=yzed&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;d gone to buy some Feta, to create a Greek salad that would feed my hunger and would be light and fresh enough for a scorching summer&#8217;s day.  As I walked up to the market I saw an old fellow &#8211; grizzled beard, long white hair and clothes that looked like they&#8217;d just been swiped from [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=yzed.wordpress.com&blog=55321&post=175&subd=yzed&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[We were feral children, safely lost in the rainforest &#8211; tree forts high in the emerald canopy, half-naked, at war, raining cones on those who would climb to dislodge us.
We were urchins &#8211; immigrant children, crusty, irreverent, defying the trespass of strangers &#8211; amoral in our torture of earthworms, just to see what would happen.
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