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	<title>A Providence of One</title>
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	<description>Roadside Apple Stand Serenade at Fifty Cents</description>
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		<title>A Christmas Tree Evening</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Outside it was as cold and brisk as the view from the window foretold. Sasha walked alone amidst a solid white pallet sprinkled with the dots of brown earth poking through the snow. The landscape fell together as if a Jackson Pollock painting were passing unnoticed beneath Sasha’s determined feet. Sasha wore a brown coat [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sasha Knew this Well</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The purple line on the television screen gave the people in the movie a Technicolor moustache across their lips and sometimes across their foreheads. The magnified noses twisted, creating a blurry eye that ended into an enlarged lip. Not the perfect display of a director’s vision or the way an actor would want to see [...]]]></description>
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		<title>No Thank You; Not Today</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Inside the bedroom of a grime-stained apartment hangs pictures of a man who had an illustrious career as a Navy Seal, fought in the Persian Gulf and in Iran. He was a decorated, almost natural, policeman who was promoted even when he didn’t want to be. He moved to the Swat Team unit after nine [...]]]></description>
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		<title>No Thank You; Not Today</title>
		<description><![CDATA[  	There was a pounding on the door that reverberated through the house. It vibrated down the hallway, around the bathroom, and into the gentle heart’s there. Campbell was in his office on the computer, I was roughing around with my little bear Gabriel who was trying on his hippopotamus Halloween costume for next [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.aprovidenceofone.com/2010/06/no-thank-you-not-today-4/</link>
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		<title>No Thank You; Not Today</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I left New York City and Campbell after Gabriel had been dead for three years. I moved to a cottage home on the coast of Ireland on a bluff overlooking the Irish Sea. I lived there until I was seventy eight, alone, and uninspired to do anything but grieve everyday until the day I died. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.aprovidenceofone.com/2010/06/no-thank-you-not-today-3/</link>
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		<title>No Thank You; Not Today</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Morris, blasted, Jones. He finished cutting the topiaries outside the door and wanted to see in on me. He stood there in a stupor and left without looking at me. I did not ask him to trim, clean windows, put out the trash, none of it. I reminded him of that with my gaze, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>No Thank You; Not Today</title>
		<description><![CDATA[            Out there it waits. Between fifteen and sixteen, cold and dusty, out there it waits. It could wait forever, looming and unseen until the heat of summer or a whirl of dust starts sparkling in the sunlight and gives it away. Out there it waits. How many times have I told Gabriel to shut [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two Spare Cows: The End</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was four o’clock, the town bells started to chime, and Charlie asked Ian to join them in a short walking meditation ritual. The four monks and Ian walked around the red velvet chairs set before the stone Buddha, chanting, “Namo Amitaba Buddha,” (I bow to the Buddha of Light).
Ian walked slowly and turned easily [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two Spare Cows: Lira&#8217;s View, Part 2</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The week went well and Ian fixed the ox cart and moved it to a permanent place where he started sanding it down to paint it. He decided he would use it again rather than get rid of the oxen. As I walked past the ox cart to drop the recyclable trash, I saw how [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.aprovidenceofone.com/2010/06/two-spare-cows-liras-view-part-2/</link>
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		<title>Two Spare Cows: Lira&#8217;s View</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Home Health Nurse from Samsara Hospital came to assist Ian with his new foot and with the depression. He and I chose the prosthetic that would best suit him. He could wear it as soon as the swelling was down and the skin growing in around the bone was thicker. Ian was not very [...]]]></description>
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