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		<description><![CDATA[The candle flickered, gasped, died in the stiff night. Such things, happening the way they do, send us into a frenzied panic or a paused frenzy. I opted for the latter. I’d waited long for her return after our sudden parting. “Mother,” she said. I smiled at my daughter’s ghost. Copyright © 2001 by Karin [...]]]></description>
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