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    <title>Rain</title>
    <published>2005-07-13T13:52:19Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm joining some of the communities which is fun. &lt;br /&gt;It hasn't rained in ages, I wish it would, I love the rain. &lt;br /&gt;I miss going to museums. &lt;br /&gt;I miss good noodle bars.</content>
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    <title>Today</title>
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    <content type="html">I'm imagining what it would be like to not feel lonely, and to meet someone I could be really close to, and to share our lives. I imagine this and I think about feeling passionate rather than just sexual and it makes me smile. But meanwhile I'm writing on an online journal and not living this life, which bursts the bubble. I'm going to have some wine.</content>
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