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		<title>Missed You Again</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Feb 2020 21:32:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Nolcha Fox Lady with the Red Scarf at the Countdown Diner Did I misinterpret our eye contact? Sunday evening, Countdown Diner, you alone drinking wine, me with my back to you and the mirror in front of me, made eye contact several times. Don&#8217;t want to be misunderstood. Kicking myself for not saying anything to you. You have a <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/missed-you-again/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>Mourning Routine</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Feb 2020 21:31:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by ShivaRJoyce I was always the one to wake first. Some early, ungodly hour. It wasn’t because I was a so-called morning person but more that I loathed sleep for robbing me of my day and time. Some mornings the air still had a frosty chill to it that hadn’t been there the evening before. Boiling water on the gas <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/mourning-routine/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>How to Be a Writer</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2020 14:18:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Bojana Stojcic You’ll bet me 50 bucks there’s some deep shit at the core of my next story, right? Well, kind of. My initial thought was to write about a heavy snowfall that made my travel impossible or I wish I could tell you how lonely I am while the logs crackle and pop in the fireplace and such, <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/how-to-be-a-writer/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>The Average Heart</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Andre]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2020 14:17:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Tammy L. Breitweiser The average heart is the size of a fist in an adult. She steps nose to nose with the mirror and studies the charcoal, violet, and crimson mark across her left eye. It matches the size of his heart. What she sees are her pores large and gapping. She would have to pick up some treatment. <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/the-average-heart/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>Relent</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2020 14:16:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Eldred wrapped his trunk around the horse&#8217;s ribs and slammed it to the ground again. &#8220;Until I can&#8217;t no more, me!&#8221; Eldred trumpeted, ruffling the horse&#8217;s mane with the breeze. Bending a forelimb back, Eldred proceeded to kick the prone horse in the chest. Lidia the mouse winced as something inside the horse made a cracking sound. The horse was <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/relent/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>The Drone Pilot</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2020 12:57:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by William Falo I guided the drone toward the three fox kits. There was no sign of the mother. I snapped a lot of photos then directed it back toward me until I saw someone looking up at the drone. Flying a drone in a national park was illegal. The fines steep. My hands shook and the woods began to <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/the-drone-pilot/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>Evolved Elephants</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2020 12:56:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Hibah Shabkhez “Elephants never do homework.” “Elephants never wear mittens.” “Elephants never wash their—” “What&#8217;s going on here?” I asked, taking in the gigantic baby-pink elephant freshly taped to the fridge, and the other, even larger one which was being filled in with a concentration and vigour only a six-year-old artist could possess. “After mermaids, dolphins and seagulls, the <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/evolved-elephants/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>Explainable Earthquakes</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jan 2020 21:27:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Tammy L. Breitweiser The fancy folding chairs are arranged in soldier rows facing the front. A movie theater of grief; only one showing. All sounds are muffled like there are bunnies lining the walls. Low music plays distinctive to a funeral home. You never hear it anywhere else. To describe it becomes impossible and lives in the same fog <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/explainable-earthquakes/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>Our Celestial Dance</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jan 2020 21:26:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Karen Walker Moonrise as he turns in the driveway. The old Chevy’s headlights scan the bedroom wall, a lunar landscape scarred by everyone who’s rented this shabby place. Down the hallway, the bathroom nightlight is a weak little star. It fades as he closes the door—damn toilet will run on and on—and then reappears as if clouds passed by. <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/our-celestial-dance/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>‘Til Death Do Us Part</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jan 2020 13:18:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Suzanne Craig-Whytock Last week, Sparrow turned to me suddenly and said, “When you die, what do you want me to do with you?” We were watching TV together, cozy under a blanket, his arm around my shoulders. I laughed in surprise, a little taken aback, and answered, “Honey, aren’t you jumping the gun?” He smiled sweetly and said, “You <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/til-death-do-us-part/">Read More</a></p>
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