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		<title>Heart to Heart</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 17:46:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She looks at me, and I can see the skin of her body slacken and hang like dough sloughing off of a spoon.  The skin under her eyes droops, and now she looks so sad.  As her skin turns bruise-purple and then black she reaches inside of her chest and grasps her heart, then tears [...]]]></description>
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<p>(from my dream journal)</p>
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