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	<description>finding my place in the world</description>
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		<title>different</title>
		<description><![CDATA[i&#8217;m listening to a girl talk about
how she speaks different now,
does things differently,
acts differently,
and it catches my attention. 
she continues to explain
to the person she is with
that she is a recent american. 
she happens to be very proud
to be a us citizen, but part of her
misses who she used to be,
where she came from, just a bit. 
which i [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shedancesbecause.wordpress.com&blog=2636023&post=18&subd=shedancesbecause&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://shedancesbecause.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/18/</link>
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		<title>stories to tell</title>
		<description><![CDATA[we all have so many important stories to tell and it is not often enough that we get to tell them. how often have you been asked to tell someone about a certain time in your life?  the only stories we ever hear are those of the very old.  and that’s not because only the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shedancesbecause.wordpress.com&blog=2636023&post=17&subd=shedancesbecause&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>not just words.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[she retold the story. coldly, without expression. a story that maybe they hadn’t heard before, despite all the different stories she told. But, an important story. one of the most traumatic stories she knows about those days. and as she told it, she couldn’t believe how detached she was. usually the mere mention of that day [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shedancesbecause.wordpress.com&blog=2636023&post=16&subd=shedancesbecause&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://shedancesbecause.wordpress.com/2008/02/13/not-just-words/</link>
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		<title>just words.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[blurred. smeared. smudged. ruined
crumbled. torn. and coffee stained.
taken carelessly, ripped unevenly,
from the pages of a forgotten journal.
a piece. a single version. partial.
incomplete, incoherent. rambling.
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		<link>http://shedancesbecause.wordpress.com/2008/02/12/just-words/</link>
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		<title>ready or not</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day which must be done. whether you like it or not.&#8221;&#8230;charles kingsley
monday morning will come.  despite  never getting around to doing any laundry or the fact that last week was too long and this weekend too short.  monday morning will [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shedancesbecause.wordpress.com&blog=2636023&post=14&subd=shedancesbecause&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://shedancesbecause.wordpress.com/2008/02/10/ready-or-not/</link>
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		<title>these days</title>
		<description><![CDATA[she liked grande allegro best.  it required all of her, every ounce of energy she had left after a long tiring class that had already taken everything she thought she had.  but, she loved grande allegro.  how warm her body felt, how her muscles all came together to allow her to propell her weight into [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shedancesbecause.wordpress.com&blog=2636023&post=12&subd=shedancesbecause&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://shedancesbecause.wordpress.com/2008/02/10/these-days/</link>
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		<title>wanted to know</title>
		<description><![CDATA[she wanted to know what would happen if you tried to run a car on empty.  she&#8217;d never quite let it get that low and she wondered if it stopped right a way or if it would coast on fumes and luck for a bit before puttering out completly.  she had never had much faith in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shedancesbecause.wordpress.com&blog=2636023&post=11&subd=shedancesbecause&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://shedancesbecause.wordpress.com/2008/02/10/wanted-to-know/</link>
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		<title>ramblings</title>
		<description><![CDATA[she saw life through her rearview mirror. always checking behind her to make sure she hadn&#8217;t accidently hit anything.
she wanted to get on with her life, already. and she didn&#8217;t want to do everything that was messy and endless before she began.  she wanted to go, now, before anything else stopped her. but she wasn&#8217;t [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shedancesbecause.wordpress.com&blog=2636023&post=8&subd=shedancesbecause&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://shedancesbecause.wordpress.com/2008/02/09/ramblings/</link>
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		<title>couldn&#8217;t understand</title>
		<description><![CDATA[she had had lots of answers once. to big questions. like why babies die and why children end up in horrible families and why really bad things happen to nice people.  she still had answers to things like that.  but she couldn&#8217;t figure out why having the answers didn&#8217;t make any of it any better.  [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shedancesbecause.wordpress.com&blog=2636023&post=10&subd=shedancesbecause&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://shedancesbecause.wordpress.com/2008/02/09/couldnt-understand/</link>
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		<title>this life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[she had this life that had been taken from her. not one piece at a time, but all the pieces of it, poof, gone, vanished, into the thin air, all at once.  she wanted it back, undamaged.  but she didnt&#8217;t have any idea where to begin looking for things that had disappeared like that.  she [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=shedancesbecause.wordpress.com&blog=2636023&post=9&subd=shedancesbecause&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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