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		<title>Pity</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 10:24:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“I never see a wild thing Sorry for itself.” —D. H. Lawrence, “Self-Pity” Did you ever see a wild thing feeling sorry for itself? Perhaps a tiny bird fallen from its nest? Or a kitten lost on its own in some alley? D. H. Lawrence claimed he never did; and neither did I. Pity—it seems—is [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=etherealzeal.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3427429&amp;post=57&amp;subd=etherealzeal&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>God, Are You There? It&#8217;s Me&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 13:19:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It’s been forever since the last time you speak in a press conference. Longer still, perhaps, since the last time you held an audience. The world is changing, do you know? Those green pastures you made now gone, concrete towers in its stead. The peaceful hills and mountains are scarred, some of them transformed into [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=etherealzeal.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3427429&amp;post=4&amp;subd=etherealzeal&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>What&#8217;s Going On?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 13:12:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A woman wept on the TV screen. Lamented the fate of her husband, convicted as a terrorist, awaiting death on the hand of the righteous law enforcer. &#8220;He&#8217;s innocent,&#8221; she wailed between her sobs. &#8220;He&#8217;s my husband.&#8221; The picture changed, a man in expensive suit with a boring tie. &#8220;It&#8217;s decided,&#8221; he declared, &#8220;Justice must [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=etherealzeal.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3427429&amp;post=5&amp;subd=etherealzeal&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>pilgrim</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 13:12:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[she came to me one night, when the moon went dark and the sky pitch black. she wore the cloak of solitude, her face covered by the veil of silence. the evening was full of the singing of darkling-beetles, but all went hushed as she drew nearer. she whispered so softly, but her voice filled [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=etherealzeal.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3427429&amp;post=49&amp;subd=etherealzeal&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>between</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 13:10:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[between: a gray word with a gray meaning; not one, neither another. not a comfortable place to be; the ground of indeterminables. have you ever tread this path called &#8216;between&#8217;? one should be very careful around here, the ground of between is ripened with unpredictable booby-traps; innocent-looking meadows garnished by land-mines. there are quicksands at [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=etherealzeal.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3427429&amp;post=47&amp;subd=etherealzeal&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Woman Who Loves A Dragon</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 12:01:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Desiyanti</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“There’s a dragon nesting on that cliff,” the woman said to me. She looked at the mountains longingly, like a maiden yearning for her lover. “I saw him once; he’s so grand and fiery.” “There’s no dragon. Dragons are not real, they’re just fairy-tale.” I told her harshly. She looked hurt, “But it’s true. I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=etherealzeal.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3427429&amp;post=34&amp;subd=etherealzeal&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Meet the Brokens</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 10:27:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello, my name is Broken Heart. I came from a place called Rorrim, where things are inside out and upside down. It&#8217;s a land of Gloriously Twisted, beloved homeland for all the Brokens. Rorrim is a nice place to live in, once you get used to our way of life. You see, I never visit [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=etherealzeal.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3427429&amp;post=27&amp;subd=etherealzeal&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Magdalene&#8217;s Secret</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 10:16:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Magdalene sat cozily on the overstuffed couch at the corner. A mug of Arabica steaming on a coffee table in front of her. A group of college student were chatting animatedly somewhere near, their laugh rang loudly every now and then, giving the atmosphere of this exclusive coffee shop the air not unlike a campus [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=etherealzeal.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3427429&amp;post=20&amp;subd=etherealzeal&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Eclipse</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 10:15:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A midnight phone-call startled me awake. A friend on the other end, her voice sodden with restrained tears. &#8220;He pushed me away,&#8221; she sobbed, &#8220;He said he needed some space, but I don’t know. Something’s wrong… Well, everything’s gone wrong… I don’t know what I did, he just pushed me away. Everything I did was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=etherealzeal.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3427429&amp;post=18&amp;subd=etherealzeal&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Forced Abortion</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 10:12:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The men with the poison-filled syringe arrived two days before Li Juan&#8217;s due date. They pinned her down on a bed in a local clinic, she says, and drove the needle into her abdomen until it entered the 9-month-old fetus. &#8220;At first, I could feel my child kicking a lot,&#8221; says the young mother. &#8220;Then [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=etherealzeal.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3427429&amp;post=16&amp;subd=etherealzeal&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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