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		<title>Epigram #12</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You have to step away from the past To see that it&#8217;s passed.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.scruta.org/poetry/epigram-12/</link>
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		<title>Li and Zhou: Applied Theater</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Li Ha! Zhou What? Li Here&#8217;s a good one! Zhou What? Li Oh, man. This is crazy. I have no idea how they thought they could print this. Zhou What the hell is it? Li Okay, so there&#8217;s a theater guy, a young guy from America. He&#8217;s here on a Fulbright. Zhou Oh, a Fulbright, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.scruta.org/li-and-zhou/li-and-zhou-applied-theater/</link>
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		<title>Shanghai as an Orchard</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Shanghai was an orchard of great trees bearing great fruit, reaching high into the clouds. I walked along the groves for miles, unable to find an end. I made my home in a place where the grovesmen of the orchard made their homes. One grovesman, old and kindly in face, let me live in the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.scruta.org/shanghai/shanghai-as-an-orchard/</link>
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		<title>Li and Zhou: Invisible</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Li It&#8217;s weird. Zhou What&#8217;s that? Li I get this feeling sometimes. Zhou Like what? Li Like I&#8217;m invisible. Like I could stop doing my job and nothing would matter. Zhou That&#8217;s crazy! Don&#8217;t you know how important our job is? We work in the propaganda department! We are the protectors of Chinese culture, don&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.scruta.org/li-and-zhou/li-and-zhou-invisible/</link>
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		<title>New Words: Marcid and Barbican</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Marcid Barbican]]></description>
		<link>http://www.scruta.org/names/new-words-marcid-and-barbican/</link>
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		<title>Epigram #11</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Love isn&#8217;t difficult; It&#8217;s actually quite simple, And that&#8217;s what&#8217;s so difficult about it.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.scruta.org/poetry/epigram-11/</link>
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		<title>False Start #63</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If I die in a plane crash, I want to crash in the middle of the Amazon, a churning pyre of hissing deep-growth trees, twisted metal, crackling wildlife and the wide-eyed stares of the natives. I want the blaze to spread in a wild fire, engulfing a wide acreage of rainforest, lighting up all of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.scruta.org/false-starts/false-start-63/</link>
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		<title>Bagels on the Tracks</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There are a dozen bagels strewn across the tracks leading through a subway station. What if some man lost his mind over a distressing phone call and, in a fit of rage, hurled them off the platform? What if that distressing phone call was from an irate wife, her voice becoming more nasal the more [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.scruta.org/musings/bagels-on-the-tracks/</link>
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		<title>False Start #62</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There&#8217;s a truth about history that only lowly listings editors know. They know history in all of its elliptical savagery. They know the way the great dreams and aspirations of men and women are so easily reduced to a blurb of 50 words or less. Rich, pleonastic adjectives overflowing with life are squeezed until they [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.scruta.org/false-starts/false-start-62/</link>
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		<title>Too Many People Named Alex</title>
		<description><![CDATA[[Shanghai, night - Ferret is walking down the dark alley that connects his compound to the main road. There's a Figure walking towards him in the shadows. He's dressed nicely in a collared shirt and slacks with a light scarf slung around his neck. Ferret can't make out his face so well, but he's sure [...]]]></description>
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