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		<title>I Heart YouTube</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Friday night staying at home.  I found myself in love with YouTube, now apparently my new source of knowledge.  Going through videos and videos of music, listening, previewing, it&#8217;s like the ultimate Tower Records sampling station.  And then I go to Amazon to add the album into my shopping cart.  My [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://fartzy.com/?p=231</link>
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		<title>All Around The World</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At 8:25am this morning, the mailman left a piece of mail in her mailbox.  It was posted from Switzerland and her name and address were neatly written in the center of the white envelop.  The mail was plain but she had a feeling that it was different.  It had contained something personal, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://fartzy.com/?p=210</link>
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		<title>Club 37 &#8211; Tokyo Train Home</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The day after the rendezvous Peter went to work like any other day he had ever lived in Japan. He was, as usual, late to the tutoring center, and from then he began his class with a typical, careless haste. And during the 15 minute study break, Peter sat behind his desk, hands folded, his [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://fartzy.com/?p=197</link>
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		<title>Something Happy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I experienced something happy.  And like any other experience in life, it&#8217;s sometimes difficult to pinpoint exactly what/who had made it happen.  So here are some ideas.
* * * * * 
I had a dream. And in that dream I was happy. It felt like waking to a summer morning knowing I would [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://fartzy.com/?p=155</link>
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		<title>The Ghost</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He lived inside the quiet corridors of the most remote terminals. Like a lost wanderer in deserted tunnels, he was, the ghost of all airports. Always fashioned in a suit, with a black leather briefcase in his right hand, and a cup of locally brewed Joe in his left, he would take small, slow sips [...]]]></description>
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