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		<title>I Am Data</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I feel very tired. I feel this way because I stare at a computer screen all day, sometimes multiple screens. I blog, I conduct research, I read news, I write books. Do you know what I used to do? I used to visit college libraries for research. I used to read the news in the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mediator of My Soul</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[In my vision, Hermes bore a lamb wrapped at the shoulders. I was fully aware of him, of his figure in front of me&#8211;much taller and with frailer shoulders than I could have imagined. He was a silent man, although he was musical. He was the mediator of my soul. He was the mediator of [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[She built the world from the top down. She built her life as the schools taught her, as a house hung from a floating roof. From the sky, she plucked bread and lowered it in the toaster, until the government outlawed bread. And at that point, she stood in line at the commissary for her [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[I ascended into the light from my basement, from the smell of damp cement, as if a river ran through it, into the odor of fog. The sun rose over the actual river, and it hovered with me face-to-face. At the peak of blinding head pain, I kicked the sun from my head. Now we [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Dollhouse of Modern Fiction</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[You can&#8217;t start until I start, Nancy. You&#8217;ll be my sister, and we&#8217;ll be best friends, and we&#8217;ll play every day after Mom sets us free from dumping the vegetable peels in the garden and gathering the sticks from around the yard and folding the clothes. Don&#8217;t worry, I&#8217;ll pay close attention to your dresses [...]]]></description>
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