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		<title>No, These Are Not Her Flowers.</title>
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		<title>Aren&#8217;t You, Kid?</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 03:55:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wasn&#8217;t there when the wild thing got her.  I knew it like you know things in dreams, without knowing how or why&#8211; but knowing, with a certainty unrivaled in the walking-around-world. I didn&#8217;t know her, though.  I didn&#8217;t know who she was, or her name, or how she came to be mauled by a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=clancyjane.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1096817&amp;post=728&amp;subd=clancyjane&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Not The Kind Of People</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 May 2011 20:58:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We are not the kind of people who have lumpectomies.  We are the kind of people who sail through a summer with Carole King blasting, luring handsome Kansas boys from 17th street for a dance and a drink. We are not the kind of people whose parents die.  We are the kind of people whose [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=clancyjane.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1096817&amp;post=716&amp;subd=clancyjane&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Kinder Matriphagy Than Some</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2011 23:38:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You might think it cruel of the Black-Lace Weaver to eat his parent alive (within minutes!) when he&#8217;s barely one week old, but I think I&#8217;d be grateful to the boy for making such quick haste. Some species draw it out 50 years, leave their parents broke and footless and ask them, &#8220;Can I still [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=clancyjane.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1096817&amp;post=663&amp;subd=clancyjane&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Deb Asks Me What I Think Of Ichter&#8217;s Trees</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 22:06:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This morning, in the very early morning, I ribboned through the Allegheny foothills aboard an eastbound train, where I first saw the trees, the closest trees to Ichter&#8217;s trees that I have ever seen. These trees that postured upward were hopeful, lean, and tall in the mist of a Pennsylvania hillside, in the midst of a hundred other trees [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=clancyjane.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1096817&amp;post=660&amp;subd=clancyjane&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Beautiful poem by my beautiful sister Mary</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[West Putnam Ups and Downs &#160; Stitching, seam after seam, it took her the rest of recess to secure my circle skirt to its top and restore the dress my mom had made for me &#160; I hadn&#8217;t yet learned all the lessons the slippery slide had in store &#160; I knew—through siblings or smarter [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=clancyjane.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1096817&amp;post=654&amp;subd=clancyjane&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Practicing: a years old repost for T, &#8216;coz I got nothin&#8217; else</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am underwater and her words reach me in waves: Doctor unavailable.  Appointment rescheduled.  Circumstances beyond our control. I remember drills designed to give my muscles memory about when to look left and turn right and fake a defender away from my jumpshot repeating those same sets of movements again and again until on game [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=clancyjane.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1096817&amp;post=647&amp;subd=clancyjane&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Day The Pines Fell</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I imagined myself back home.  With my sisters.  With my brothers.  With no home to go to. I made an offer a door down from Auntie. And waited. It&#8217;s not exactly the hill.  With a well.  With a hedge.  With the bones of our buried. It might could still work.  I whisper.  So&#8217;s not to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=clancyjane.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1096817&amp;post=638&amp;subd=clancyjane&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Theme Friday: Everything</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sale Barn Sunday mornings Casey&#8217;s coffee and a paper on Tuesday nights 2 cups of beer and an earfull on Friday at Russ&#8217; Saloon Breakfast at the East End with Elaine and Lou, Max and Dorothy, Bob, Ed,Wayne, Us Pool Hall spaghetti on Thursday evenings Treating the leg where his foot used to be Driving [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=clancyjane.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1096817&amp;post=621&amp;subd=clancyjane&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Theme Friday: Flower In My Hair</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[He brought me a flower like the Andalusian girls used all the way from Fort Riley through the capital city to Quincy Magoo&#8217;s and I set his flower on the table in between us and I did not wear his flower in my hair as I was not a flower of the mountain, wearing red and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=clancyjane.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1096817&amp;post=613&amp;subd=clancyjane&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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