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    <title>Human Beams Magazine: Blogger&apos;s Row: dove&apos;s aviary</title>
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      <title>Counting Cherry Stones: the White Feather Wielder and the Down&#45;trodden Woman</title>
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      <description>Despatching young men to drown in mud, just as the sirens sang them down beneath the swell. Her creator described her and her gift as ï¿½far more terrible than anything they [men] can meet in battle.ï¿½ Perhaps to those who believed in ideas of manliness and womanliness she was more terrible at that.</description>
      <dc:subject>Health</dc:subject>
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      <title>Counting Cherry Stones: The Grocer&#8217;s Daughter</title>
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      <description>“Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, Rich man, Poor man, Beggarman, Thief.”


It’s a rhyme for counting cherry stones. A kind of game.</description>
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      <title>Music for the People</title>
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      <description>Once upon a time I found a collection of G.B. Shaw’s music criticism in a second&#45;hand bookstore. It only cost a dollar, so I bought it. I didn’t know much about Shaw – only that he’d written a play I very much liked (Arms and the Man) and that he had a reputation for a fierce wit. Well&#45;earned. Leafing through the book I found gems such as: 



“There are some experiences in life which should not be demanded twice from any man, and one of them is listening to the Brahms Requiem.&#8221;</description>
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      <dc:date>2006-06-20T20:29:00-08:00</dc:date>
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      <title>This is What Complicity Looks Like</title>
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      <description>A web of collusion tethered to four continents, ensnaring the world: a secretive geography of  fear.</description>
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      <title>This is What Solidarity Looks Like</title>
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      <description>If ever they did, they need no longer doubt whom they are or where they stand. The members of Education sans Frontières &#45;&#45; and many others&#8212;have made their choice.</description>
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      <dc:date>2006-06-05T20:31:01-08:00</dc:date>
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      <title>The Tip of the Iceberg</title>
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      <title>Boarding the Ark</title>
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      <description>Let me tell you a story.

 

Once, in a time and place that now seems as remote and unfathomable as any long&#45;lost Atlantis, I trained as a medieval musicologist. A rigorous and thorough preparation for a life very different than mine. That&#8217;s not the story. But that distant far&#45;off place is where I learned this story, by reading the lines and what lies between them.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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