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	<description>seeking your own happiness is not a lack of virtue</description>
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		<title>buy my book</title>
		<description><![CDATA[pre-order my new coffee table book (published by time life books) &#8220;sad bikes&#8221;:  a pictorial of orphaned bikes. desperate bicycles :: cars ;) enjoy your day and take care &#60;(((O]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.chrysanthalbee.com/?p=709</link>
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		<title>ordinary life well lived</title>
		<description><![CDATA[this is one of those lessons that you are fortunate to learn by example. All I wanted was ordinary life back, for ordinary life, it became utterly clear, is more valuable than anything else. ~ katherine russell rich 17 Years Later, Stage 4 Survivor Is Savoring a Life Well Lived]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.chrysanthalbee.com/?p=701</link>
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		<title>Hello &#8211; separation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[yeasayer :: ambling alp the perception of separation and empty space between objects is an illusion. the distance between us and all things is an illusion. imagine a pool filled with balls surrounded by a viscous liquid in which the balls can move. if the balls are tightly packed (giggidy) the movement of any one ball [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.chrysanthalbee.com/?p=572</link>
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		<title>hello &#8211; the last straw</title>
		<description><![CDATA[modest mouse :: one chance (via tympanogram) the straw that broke the camel&#8217;s back isn&#8217;t so important itself.  it&#8217;s just the last one.  people often spend too much time wondering about that last straw.  i mean.. of all the straws that one was pretty small.  but in the end it doesn&#8217;t really matter why that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.chrysanthalbee.com/?p=603</link>
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		<title>let it be</title>
		<description><![CDATA[communist daughter :: not the kid i was on this trip.  and worries were catching up with me and i was tying myself in knots.  the whole tribe had collapsed into disarray.  noel left a frantic voice mail (todd threw it away).  he was really scared.  catastrophizing was the order of the moment and the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.chrysanthalbee.com/?p=651</link>
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		<title>Hello &#8211;  my apology to the crawdad</title>
		<description><![CDATA[the bees :: (this is for the) better days i think i was eight years old or maybe ten, tops.  i had one of those pneumatic daisy bb handguns.  it was awfully inaccurate at any distance over five feet.    myself and at least one friend were down in the creek behind my childhood home [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.chrysanthalbee.com/?p=605</link>
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		<title>homem pássaro no chiado</title>
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		<title>Hello &#8211; happy holidays</title>
		<description><![CDATA[the postal service :: such great heights my very best wishes for you and yours for the holiday and for the new year! stephen malkmus :: mama take care. bee (and the hive)]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.chrysanthalbee.com/?p=576</link>
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		<title>Hello &#8211; bag of water life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[lattie moore :: i&#8217;m not broke but i&#8217;m badly bent (8:50:52 AM) chrysanthalbee: morning bag of water (8:51:06 AM) justron: bag of water? (8:51:30 AM) chrysanthalbee: yeah tentative beebox topic or at least title (8:51:51 AM) chrysanthalbee: we&#8217;re mostly just a bag of water (8:51:55 AM) justron: I found a bag of water in my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.chrysanthalbee.com/?p=434</link>
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		<title>Hello &#8211; childhood socialism</title>
		<description><![CDATA[not too long ago my son&#8217;s kindergarten class won a pizza party. there was some kind of &#8220;pig race&#8221; with little plastic pigs and their teacher&#8217;s pig won. after the race they went back to their classroom and the teacher had them take a vote. there are two kindergarten classes in the school and she [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.chrysanthalbee.com/?p=533</link>
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