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		<title>Which Country</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tell me, who was it - We breached the wooden bridge to town &#160; You caught my small hand, laughed, out of gas; February &#160; We saw moon, stars, which meant country &#8211; But which country? &#160; I know the weather, music, the empty bridge &#160; Though I cannot remember which of the monsters I [...]<p><a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com/2013/06/which-country/">Which Country</a> is a post from: <a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com">Pif Magazine</a></p>
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		<title>Playing With Spirit Moths</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sid sits blind grasping at the glowing moths circling They move rhythmically altering angles at each spiral Around the air, about the child, swift With his small hands grasping nothingness&#8230; He sought the glows That first cruised towards him in his tracks &#8230; Filled with furious sounds. Now, wafting gently in the air like green [...]<p><a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com/2013/06/playing-with-spirit-moths/">Playing With Spirit Moths</a> is a post from: <a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com">Pif Magazine</a></p>
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		<title>Chicken Skin</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The old hag, alone in the candy cottage, stood at her sink separating a chicken. Ripping open the legs, she revealed a compote of innards that smelled of sweat and slime. &#160; She read her future in its entrails, and put the heart, like an apricot, to her lips for a bloody chew. She peeled [...]<p><a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com/2013/06/chicken-skin/">Chicken Skin</a> is a post from: <a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com">Pif Magazine</a></p>
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		<title>Clown on Fire</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Autumn-colored flame leaps from barber-pole birthday candle to purple afro wig; trickles down greasepaint to ruffled polyester collar and baggy rayon suit (rainbows and smiling stars against a shimmering orange field), which shrink-wraps the powdered torso before dripping like napalm onto gigantic shoes. &#160; The air &#8212; thick with screams and sirens; chemical stink, burned [...]<p><a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com/2013/06/clown-on-fire/">Clown on Fire</a> is a post from: <a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com">Pif Magazine</a></p>
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		<title>What Comes After the Fall?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the stillness I had time to register things, to dwell. What, I wondered, would push someone to that point? I know confusion. I know difficulty. But killing myself? That had never crossed my mind.<p><a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com/2013/06/what-comes-after-the-fall/">What Comes After the Fall?</a> is a post from: <a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com">Pif Magazine</a></p>
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		<title>The Biography of ___________</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Having nothing else to do, Dalia married her high-school sweetheart. They accomplished nothing spectacular.<p><a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com/2013/06/the-biography-of-___________/">The Biography of ___________</a> is a post from: <a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com">Pif Magazine</a></p>
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		<title>Aunt Mary</title>
		<description><![CDATA[That’s the thing about photographs, isn’t it? They’re silent.<p><a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com/2013/06/aunt-mary/">Aunt Mary</a> is a post from: <a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com">Pif Magazine</a></p>
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		<title>Buttons</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The boy immersed his hands into the sea of buttons, enjoying the feel of them crawling up between his fingers. <p><a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com/2013/06/buttons/">Buttons</a> is a post from: <a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com">Pif Magazine</a></p>
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		<title>Tom Haney</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Pif's June Artist Interview features Tom Haney, a creator of figurative kinetic artwork, called automata. His artistic process is incredibly involved, yet his clarity in providing details will attract, inspire, and entertain. His creations, both delicate and hypnotic, are sure to amaze.<p><a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com/2013/06/tom-haney/">Tom Haney</a> is a post from: <a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com">Pif Magazine</a></p>
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		<title>A Small Life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Let us accept forever the limitations, the frightened goodness of the single room &#160; souls, their rice pot spiced with the only spice they trust, the novel of repeated action, &#160; more disease than denouement, but what harm comes from a home done most ways &#160; the same? The spectacle is outside, rolling in the [...]<p><a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com/2013/06/a-small-life/">A Small Life</a> is a post from: <a href="http://www.pifmagazine.com">Pif Magazine</a></p>
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