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      <title>Update: 1.1.0</title>
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      <title>Hello world!</title>
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      <description>A post marking the inauguration of this website.</description>
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      <title>a poem about darkness</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>Do you toss and turn at night?
Yes I do but I am trying not to
Are you disturbed by the light
Yes I am but I can’t quite turn away
O nervous automaton, o fearful automaton
There is no brotherhood, there is no companionship in the dark hour
In the dark hour there is no guiding hand there is no sacred place. there’s no purpose no coincidence no lack of meaning in the dark hour</description>
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      <title>a poem about spring</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>Canopy glowing like gemstones.
Leaf-mulch ferments in the shade.
A branch-sitting songbird is tweeting
a short lonely tune that it&amp;rsquo;s made.
Fallen trees with moss as their blankets
sleep as the critters awake
to fresh shoots exploring the frigid spring air
on the bank of a green woodland lake.</description>
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