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		<title>Tradition of Oral History</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 13:11:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tradition of Oral History There is a story my sister tells on some restless summer nights when she has come to visit and the children have been put to bed and she and I have remained— slouched on the porch, staring out over the cow pasture, sliding off into that hour of night when the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hummingbird</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hummingbird To this day she does not know she was my first because, by the time we met, I was old enough to have learned to lie with a smile, to deny with a laugh, to slink away with silence so that, to her knowledge, she was little more than the latest in a long [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yesteryear We finished. The room came to rest around us. She dressed in moonlight. The next day we met. Coupled in her mother’s car. Stumbled through the mechanics of it. Lips. Lips. Lips. Grab. Hold. Lips. Lips. Release. We finished. The car came to rest beneath us. I stepped out into the afternoon to manage [...]]]></description>
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