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		<title>The Paradox of the Road to Nowhere</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was driving on this road to nowhere. I was passing through more than just the places and faces of people I met, oftentimes I get lucky enough to know them, to be with them, be them. I was born from the country. Small town, big family, rough life. You know the story, short in [...]]]></description>
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