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		<title>The Commerce of Nature</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 22:44:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Through love and war
arguments and sorrow
genius and stupidity
sex and death
boredom and mathematics
The little birds chirp in the afternoon summer
- Graham Willard


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		<title>Progress</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 22:42:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The tree had stood there for at least a century. Gnarled, battered by the elements, and inscribed upon by countless hormone-driven youths of the locale, it had maintained a vigil over the town from atop its perch. A scant three feet in front of it was a cast iron fence, rusted with age and overgrown [...]


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