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	<title>La Fabuleuse Boulangerie d'Amelie</title>
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	<description>Lasers cannot hold shirts.  I will never understand technology.</description>
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		<title>rock bottom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(her name) found levity at the bottom of a bottle and now she sees its time to cut the threads &#8211; however mystical and lovely they may be &#8211; release and move on.  But today is not that day.  And every day I keep begging the warden for one more unjust reprieve from [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theapricottree.wordpress.com&blog=2702519&post=134&subd=theapricottree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://theapricottree.wordpress.com/2009/10/14/rock-bottom/</link>
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		<title>i am happy.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[to the person who found this blog searching &#8220;Amelie I know you&#8217;re feeling happy,&#8221;  rest assurred, dear searcher, your hunch is correct.  
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		<link>http://theapricottree.wordpress.com/2009/06/09/i-am-happy/</link>
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		<title>breezes.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Until, one winter day, a sly wind blew in from the North.
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		<link>http://theapricottree.wordpress.com/2009/06/08/breezes/</link>
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		<title>to clyde</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dear you,
Are you receiving my transmissions from outerspace?  Is your radio dialed in?  I hate mustaches too!  I&#8217;d consider eating asparagus with you.  And even though I&#8217;d never throw the monopoly game so you can win, I&#8217;d happily help you heist the the monopoly bank and let you call me Bonnie.
Love,
Me.
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		<link>http://theapricottree.wordpress.com/2009/05/20/to-clyde/</link>
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		<title>letter to an ex-lover from long ago.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I no longer love you.
I realized today.
In a station of the metro
you were just another flippant conversation about untimely weather
as a cello played somewhere in the distance.  
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		<link>http://theapricottree.wordpress.com/2009/05/20/letter-to-an-ex-lover-from-long-ago/</link>
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		<title>winter song.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m writing you nightly notes, these days
the ghost of Bukowski on one shoulder
Williams on the other
the room smelling faintly of soap and gin.
By the end of the night we&#8217;re all the same
punchdrunk on words running off the page
dripping, pooling &#8211; faster and faster
puddling between the shotglasses and spectacles
trying our best not to think about
the plums [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theapricottree.wordpress.com&blog=2702519&post=118&subd=theapricottree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://theapricottree.wordpress.com/2009/05/13/winter-song/</link>
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		<title>we laughed and felt happy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have never felt so certain that destiny exists as I have in the past few months.
I want to make memories with you.
I have never felt as uncharacteristically like this as I do.
I know not where this desire comes from,
only that it arrives from a place inside of me I&#8217;ve never met until I met [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theapricottree.wordpress.com&blog=2702519&post=116&subd=theapricottree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://theapricottree.wordpress.com/2009/05/12/we-laughed-and-felt-happy/</link>
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		<title>the things you have yet to learn.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At least one a day I think about a sentence from a conversation we&#8217;ve had and I smile a sort of uncontrollable, inspired, unrestrained smile I haven&#8217;t felt or seen in years.  
The more I know about you, the more I want to know about you.  That&#8217;s why all the questions.  
You [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theapricottree.wordpress.com&blog=2702519&post=112&subd=theapricottree&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://theapricottree.wordpress.com/2009/05/09/the-things-you-have-yet-to-learn/</link>
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		<title>bewilder.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[you.
If you go too far,
there is a song you&#8217;ll hear.
If we get too close,
whisper in my ears.
speak the word
(say it.)
Bewilder,
(say it.)
Hummingbird.
(say it.)
oh we&#8217;ve been to many churches
but we never believed.
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		<link>http://theapricottree.wordpress.com/2009/05/07/bewilder/</link>
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		<title>three o&#8217;clock</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I do not know you.
or whether you prefer buttercups
to peanut butter cups
I do not know.
I do not know you.
I cannot recognize the contents of
the trunk of your car
or the contents of the baggage
you carry.
I don&#8217;t know you.
I don&#8217;t know you.
Moving like images
on opposite sides of a mirror
I go left
you go right
and everything is aligned.
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		<link>http://theapricottree.wordpress.com/2009/04/21/three-oclock/</link>
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