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		<title>The Grinch that stole my dream life.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2022 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There&#8217;s been so much creative energy within me, so much to do, try, and achieve. Yet every time I channel this massive energy, inevitably I hit a wall and it all runs dry. Promises made to self, plans scribbled down on paper, and fragments of dreams, overflow my existence at all times, reminding me of [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Lonely King</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2022 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This story is the 4th part of a series that starts with The Sound of Silence. For a better reading experience, consider reading Shedding. The 4 Ghosts as well as A White Chrysanthemum Day beforehand. There was a time she loved. She grew wings and each beautiful moment made them grow sturdier, shinier. Long blue [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A New Year Reflection on Detachment</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 11:09:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Detachment. From past actions. From desires and expectations. As you ask me what my 2021 was like, I would tell you: It was all about detachment. *** Last year, upon letting my hair go, I became a newly-born again. But self-actualization doesn’t happen so fast. The hair that absorbed most of my past fear, resentment, [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>A White Chrysanthemum Day.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2021 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This story is the 3rd part of a series that starts with The Sound of Silence. For a better reading experience, I recommend you to read both the first and the second part Shedding. The 4 Ghosts. I still remember that day as if it was yesterday. When I met her I could barely make [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Shedding. The 4 Ghosts</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2021 21:51:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This story is a continuation of The Sound of Silence. For a better reading experience, I recommend you to read the first part. Every 7 years we carry a new body. But my hair is old. Touched by the hands of bliss and misery, this hair is but a vessel for the past. It shines [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Sound of Silence</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2021 12:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[What is the point of dwelling on questions about somebody I no longer am? Freedom, kindness (to self), and patience. Three unknown concepts I watched from the sideline for years. I didn’t even dare dream to understand them, let alone have them. My typical day started off with school, a rushed lunch on a bench [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Amor Fati. Love the way</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2021 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[*Notice* This story is a continuation of split SELF. For a better reading experience, I recommend you to read the first part. The waters are still. The red dot is nowhere to be seen, probably in a deep sleep at the bottom of the ocean. He struggled not, and soundlessly, motionlessly, had embraced the big [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>split SELF</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2021 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Furious waves ascend towards the sky. As they come together their waters mingle, darkening into an impenetrable living organism, taking the shape of a titan. They move slowly towards the little red dot on the shore. The water that used to reach the dot’s waist is now no longer touching its ankles, running back towards [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>What 无为 (no action) taught me</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2021 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Morning classes and a rushed lunch on a bench in the park nearby the radio station. The weekly live radio show, followed by a gallery vernissage event, an after-party, and finally… sleep. This was my typical day in 2019. &#160; Despite the crammed schedule, and having to commute from point A to B to C [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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		<title>Taking the wind by the hand</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2021 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time there was a girl who could understand the wind. Every single day she played with the breeze, running alongside the swirling leaves. Their lightness, their freedom, made her smile. They came and went, uninterrupted in their dance by no one. The old walnut tree lodged them all, nurturing their tiny bodies [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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