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	<title>The Lost Princess</title>
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		<title>April Showers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[pril is for indecisive clouds and letters to the past, for discarding those imaginary eggshells I&#8217;ve been walking on and opening windows, even if I let the moths in. I am kindling the flame in my little lighthouse so that&#8230;  <a href="http://thelostprincess.com/archives/1001">continue reading</a> &#187;]]></description>
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		<link>http://thelostprincess.com/archives/989</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[or she is too fond of old fashioned things, loves only what has been replaced by common sense and progress. It takes a hundred years for a mere object to gain it&#8217;s soul, age and beauty, love tarnished. She collects&#8230;  <a href="http://thelostprincess.com/archives/984">continue reading</a> &#187;]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sending postcards in lieu of one&#8217;s heart.]]></description>
		<link>http://thelostprincess.com/archives/980</link>
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		<title>The Art of Forgetting</title>
		<description><![CDATA[nd when she found something completely unbearable, she simply forgot it. That was her greatest power, forgetting. For nothing in the world can trouble you once it no longer exists, and what is the past but a selection of memories?&#8230;  <a href="http://thelostprincess.com/archives/975">continue reading</a> &#187;]]></description>
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		<title>Fading</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Model &#038; Processing: thelostprincess Photography: sabatomic.com]]></description>
		<link>http://thelostprincess.com/archives/962</link>
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		<title>The Book</title>
		<description><![CDATA[he considered the book, it&#8217;s dust jacket slightly ripped and cracked like the skin of some ancient beast. She considered it as one considers the distance between two rocks and whether they can leap over the rapids that swirl about&#8230;  <a href="http://thelostprincess.com/archives/956">continue reading</a> &#187;]]></description>
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		<title>violets</title>
		<description><![CDATA[verything tastes of violets today, of memories and the too long shadows that fall when one approaches silence. I&#8217;ve been walking backwards, hopscotch, over the cracks in the pavement (which open, welcoming me, it is cooler underground) running out of&#8230;  <a href="http://thelostprincess.com/archives/942">continue reading</a> &#187;]]></description>
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		<title>a thread</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am a thread too slender, To suspend all this reality. Phillip Pulfrey]]></description>
		<link>http://thelostprincess.com/archives/929</link>
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		<title>pinwheels</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Days spinning by like pinwheels and each one leaves an afterimage, sunburnt, on my eyelids whose thin veils do little to bring the night closer, or shut the world out. Drawing monograms on the back of paper napkins, your letters&#8230;  <a href="http://thelostprincess.com/archives/921">continue reading</a> &#187;]]></description>
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