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		<title>Regret</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2007 02:01:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Each day when the sun had set and all of us children had eaten our dinners, we would sit outside of the purplish-red steps that led up to the porch of my grandparent’s humble home. It was the only house of white and on a block full of yellow, pink and lime-green colors, and the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=illusionistic.wordpress.com&blog=90722&post=14&subd=illusionistic&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>To Watch Over Them 2</title>
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 . . . . 
It has been nearly a year and a half since that day, and I still have not brought myself to leave the world of the living and join my ancestors waiting for me on the other side. I still spend each day in the apartment; either [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=illusionistic.wordpress.com&blog=90722&post=13&subd=illusionistic&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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It had been nearly three months since my return from the hospital, with my beautiful baby girl in my arms and my loving husband by my side. I remember that on the way home in the taxi, I could only laugh and shake my head as my husband talked nonstop to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=illusionistic.wordpress.com&blog=90722&post=12&subd=illusionistic&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Child&#8217;s Playground</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 22:18:14 +0000</pubDate>
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