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		<title>Whimpers of a Midnight Voyeur</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[On top of this magnificent hill I whimper. I was lying on my back, on top of the cool green mass of freshly cut grass. Parallel to my view was the city I have begun to love. So laid-back and quite friendlier than the city of angels, the one I used to call my second [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Lunar Love Affair</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I decided to leave work early. Being a night owl myself, I work graveyards. But today I can’t wait &#8217;til seven in the morning. I don&#8217;t feel sick. I just kinda feel like I was in a trance due to fatigue. My mind was like in auto mode. Everything I see looked like it was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Curse of the Winter Mist</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Looking from the inside of my comfortable hotel room, I could sense the North American winter cold. I gazed at a few snowflakes stacked in the window pane and tried to imagine a million different kinds. I couldn’t quite place where the west meets the east. Except perhaps that I do know that it is [...]]]></description>
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