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	<title>I Am Buraot &#187; leap of faith</title>
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		<title>The Late Summer Leap</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Summer’s almost over. The days are still hot but the nights are getting cooler. Outside, I can see that it was beginning to rain. It was just enough to wash away the haze that’s hovering over my head. Even without the aid of beer, my belly begins to flab. My legs, now embedded with gout, [...]]]></description>
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