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		<title>cancer, not a sign</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Every time I look in the mirror, I can feel the cancer staring back at me. I can feel it in the creases around my eyes. I can feel it in the oils those creases hide. I can see it in the look I give myself. Always. The same. Cancer.
This hasn&#8217;t always been my face. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://250words.org/250_words/cancer-not-a-sign/</link>
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		<title>perfume</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s a trace of perfume. Not even a whiff, no; a trace. That&#8217;s all it takes.
You remember the highs of laughter, the lows of groans, like an impromptu played by a well known composer.
You try to remember the piece- you try to make whole the perfume.You look at the woman walking past you, who you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://250words.org/250_words/perfume/</link>
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		<title>clear windshield and a cloudy heart</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As some of my readers (the few, the proud, the silent) tell me, it&#8217;s been too long since I&#8217;ve written a story here. And for that I apologize. But, I really haven&#8217;t had a good story to write here for a while. 
What would you prefer, a bad story often or the cream of the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://250words.org/250_words/clear-windshield-and-a-cloudy-heart/</link>
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		<title>Brian learns to appreciate life one smile at a time</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Brian Richardson would never even begin to consider it a miracle. So you shouldn&#8217;t either. If anything, think of it as luck smiling down on Brian for once in his life. It could have been this, or he could have won the lottery; I leave it to you to decide if he was lucky or [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://250words.org/250_words/brian-learns-to-appreciate-life-one-smile-at-a-time/</link>
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		<title>waltz with no rhyme</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We&#8217;re standing, alone, on the balcony. I&#8217;m looking at the city from the rail, looking at the lights shining through the night like stars. I&#8217;m at my friend&#8217;s Sal&#8217;s apartment. He had a party earlier but that&#8217;s been over for a while. I pushed on the railing earlier, but it seemed to be strong enough [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://250words.org/250_words/waltz-with-no-rhyme/</link>
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		<title>dancing on the balcony</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She dresses in the soft light of the sun about to rise. He turns in the bed and looks at her, the colors unsaturated, and smiles.
He thinks to ask her if she loves him. He thinks to ask her if she&#8217;ll be back soon. He doesn&#8217;t say anything. 
He closes his eyes and remembers the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://250words.org/250_words/dancing-on-the-balcony/</link>
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		<title>prague</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m in Prague on business. I&#8217;m fitting myself into a tuxedo which is snug. I look into the wide mirror and notice, for what I&#8217;m sure is not the first time, the creases on my face. I think back to the first time I went to see a symphony.
I&#8217;m taken aback. I sit on the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://250words.org/250_words/prague/</link>
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		<title>leaving love&#8217;s terrain</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Well, the notes are played,
but the players gone,
we&#8217;ve sat down and stayed,
where we used to long.
Life is all around us,
lucky cigarettes fired,
but destiny is a coin toss,
And flicks just leave us tired.
Sometimes I&#8217;m lonely,
Sometimes I rhyme,
breaking the meter of lovely,
to find some space in time.
I&#8217;ve been born so many times,
striving to find the eternal life,
that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://250words.org/250_words/leaving-loves-terrain/</link>
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		<title>we bless each other with songs</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	This doesn&#8217;t start normally. I mean there is no normal narrator here. I&#8217;m partial. But isn&#8217;t everyone, without admitting it? I think it&#8217;s fine and normal to admit that impartial narrators are a thing of the past. 
	There&#8217;s a woman with me. Isn&#8217;t there always a woman? This is shaping itself into a normal story, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://250words.org/250_words/we-bless-each-other-with-songs/</link>
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		<title>Oh my sweet Carolina</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The faucet drips methodically, like a metronome tuned to life, releasing each drop into the sink like a tear from an old eye. The faucet was not always tuned to life. For most of its existence it was in time with nothing. But as the assembly rusted it released more and more water and transformed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://250words.org/250_words/oh-my-sweet-carolina/</link>
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