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		<title>The harsh edges of crayon boxes</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I SPENT every day of my childhood hating school. It started in nursery, with Mrs Moth. The big, soft-edged, kind woman with a Scandinavian pudding bowl hairstyle would chase me in a loop through the art room, the lunch room, the cloakroom and the playground, before doing it all over again, to take my mind off [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=yopoposnickels.org&amp;blog=9143426&amp;post=2072&amp;subd=yopoposnickels&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Do you like vampires?</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[LUTKA had often thought about how life might be as a vampire.  To her, days spent in childhood suspiciously checking out other kids on swings were hours well spent.  And there were many days like this.  Her best friend, Lutyana, had a garden shed that served as an ample headquarters for their supernatural investigations. For [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=yopoposnickels.org&amp;blog=9143426&amp;post=2035&amp;subd=yopoposnickels&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>It&#8217;s okay</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 23:22:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dawn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[SOMETIMES I get to a state of thinking I&#8217;m wasting a lot of time. Particularly if a car almost sideswipes me off my bike on an uneventful Tuesday. Rather than gathering myself, as someone might, and continuing on the daily trajectory, the near-death encounter will send me on an inward spiral of self-analysis. What are [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=yopoposnickels.org&amp;blog=9143426&amp;post=1932&amp;subd=yopoposnickels&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Yopopo Black, an extract</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[AS CHRIS ran hesitantly off in the direction of a clump of trees, Yopopo sank to her knees in the cold tinfoil mud and wiped her eyes. Chris’ feet were attached with strawberry laces, which surprised her, and gradually disappearing into the earth until after a moment he was running simply on two red streaks. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=yopoposnickels.org&amp;blog=9143426&amp;post=1896&amp;subd=yopoposnickels&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Notes on optimism</title>
		<link>http://yopoposnickels.org/2011/05/09/notes-on-optimism/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2011 13:46:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[IT&#8217;S hard to define the glitter thoughts that grease the upbeat slotbox. I&#8217;d like to think that one could scale life as a small, relatively unchallenging staircase. Passing by stunning rooms that one could occasionally stop by and listen to the ceiling fan in. Read a book in. Or just gaze out over a hardwood [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=yopoposnickels.org&amp;blog=9143426&amp;post=1866&amp;subd=yopoposnickels&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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