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		<title>Linda</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In September 2001, shortly after the terrorist attacks in New York City, I drove to the Hunters Point area of San Francisco. I was scheduled to read to small children at a daycare center. Even though the city was frozen by fear, I felt it was important to keep my date. I drove through streets [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I met Tom in 1970. I was seventeen and he was the ripe old age of twenty-one.  He emailed me on my birthday this year, “I may be one of the few people who remembers your eighteenth birthday.” I laughed and wrote back, “you may be the only person in the world who remembers my eighteenth birthday”.
Tom has [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kristian</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In 1980,  after two days in labor, I gave birth to a son. Someone told me that we spend nine months worrying about childbirth only to find out it is simply a door that leads us into life as a parent.
My pregnancy was productive. I was about to graduate with honors from college; I studied Spanish [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Eric</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the fall of 1979, Tom and I decided to start a family. We lived in southern Illinois in a big wood-hewn house, with a private lake, on seventy acres. We rented the place for $500 a month, which seemed like more than we would ever be able to afford.
I had a vision of finishing my final year [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Love, Death, Painting &amp; Other Metaphors</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Over the years I have painted away most of my emotions. I use canvas and painting as a way of traversing my subconscious mind. I am more of a geologist than an archeologist.  I look at the strata of earth and try to find meaning.
I have never painted about death because death never really [...]]]></description>
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