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	<description>What remains of faith and wet yellowjackets.</description>
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		<title>Comment on Being Here by not here</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 02:46:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>....as the light falls on this ninth year in the city (one more month to go and it will be ten), we all feel the urgency as if today were just one tomorrow later, and yet, with the dying light has gone a fourth of each of our youth.  you've reached the Jesus year and I have bypassed it as if it were a breath, but both of us feel the ever-growing stabs of mortality as we journey along through the infinite ether.  Be Here Now was never for us, but in those half-lit moments in the no-wind, no-sound, with our weary gestures harkening back to the broken land, we raised our weary gestures, our furious attitudes, and we hoped they would save us....</description>
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