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		<title>The Graying of these here Pink Shades</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[by tsepeaces youth the bright hues and yellow tints of youth shimmer with a firm naive plumpness an alluring image behind pink glasses tints that ripen into a deep maroon red under an abrupt, certain stare under the visor where pleasure equals happiness gorgeous equals flawlessness grown confusion and complexity, blurring against clarity all was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the horn&#8217;s dustyfoot wordisans</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wrote about the dusty foot philosopher k’naan’s wordskillz last year. looks like the emcee-poet-word artist is back with a new album! a somali wordisan artisan K’naan’s poem ‘too well done’ portrays beyond doubt the power of words to relay messages dripping with passion and energy. It does that as it encapsulates an experience within [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Wayna &amp; Dinaw: Slums of Paradise</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The African immigrant experience within the U.S. &#8230;complex, diverse and ridiculously chaotic! Which experience isn&#8217;t, eh? A friend recently told me we are &#8216;transplants&#8217;&#8230; Surely there is no way that can be less-than-a-chaotic experience! A chaotic experience that&#8217;s gotta be told&#8230; Why Stories? Stories are powerful and profound&#8230; They are ways to &#8230;share the most [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Diirre: A Childhood Crush</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[the boy, the city, the spiciness of the experience&#8230; I was 10-12 I think&#8230; The Spiciness Every summer I went to visit my grandmother and great-aunt away from the rainy, muggy kiremt into the sunny humidity of the East. My great-aunt was the precious kind of woman who exuded love to all the kids of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lifestyle treat: Abuara</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You know the strangest little thing about memory? remembering those most irksome little bothers in life with unrelenting fondness. nostalgia &#8230;isn&#8217;t it the weirdest thing about memory? It was in Ginbot, very close to the national exams, the time - mid afternoon-ish when dusty dry particles billow out from pavements surrounding, adding noise to vision&#8230; [...]]]></description>
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