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		<title>Mistletoe and Sycamores</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Feb 2020 21:32:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Hally Winters “Of the many circumstances in my life for which I feel gratitude, these friendships shine with a particular brightness. They make me look eagerly to the future, to imagine all the conversations to come.” — The Crying Book by Heather Cristle Trees experience time differently. We drove up to see the snow. I had not driven with <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/mistletoe-and-sycamores/">Read More</a></p>
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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>Orchard Frost</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Andre]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Feb 2020 21:31:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Ryan Norman Our hot breath plumed wet cloudsof snowstorms in your convertedpigsty on cold black nights— Frosted grounds of the orchard echoedour joy and the deer stood still. Quilts trapped the warmth of our fleshas I read Whitman into youreyes pressing a finger against flushed lips advancing akiss by the fire. Ryan Norman is a writer from New York <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/orchard-frost/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>cigarette butts</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Andre]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Feb 2020 21:31:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Iolana Paedelt love,lightened by fire,only leaves dark red bruises. your lips touch my skin,we burn— fast and bright.half of me turns into ashes,the other half crashes onto silent ground,you let me go,i fall from your handsas you throw me away— glowing cigarette butts on the pavement,ruins of fallen lovers and broken hearts. Iolana Paedelt is a German writer and <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/cigarette-butts/">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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