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	<title>Melissa A. Bartell &#187; 100 Words</title>
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		<title>Aqueous</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2005 05:19:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sunday afternoon found me jumping into the deep end of the pool rather than mincing into the water, step by step from the shallows. Cool liquid enveloped me,  and I was suddenly a mermaid, splashing and frolicking with innocent delight. 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sunday afternoon found me jumping into the deep end of the pool rather than mincing into the water, step by step from the shallows. Cool liquid enveloped me,  and I was suddenly a mermaid, splashing and frolicking with innocent delight. </p>
<p>Green and blue foam “noodles,” the aquatic colors matching the stripes in my swimsuit, were my toys, alternately forming an ersatz raft, or a free-floating obstacle course. </p>
<p>I floated on breeze-created waves with my eyes closed, later opening them to sudden disorientation caused by the leafy canopy of the trees, and higher up, the beginnings of a mackerel sky. </p>
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		<title>Argiope</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 05:17:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She arrived about a month ago, and set up home between two trees, near the fence. At first, she frightened me, but then I grew to appreciate her presence. What more appropriate back yard guest for a writer, than a writing spider?
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She arrived about a month ago, and set up home between two trees, near the fence. At first, she frightened me, but then I grew to appreciate her presence. What more appropriate back yard guest for a writer, than a writing spider?</p>
<p>Yesterday, she&#8217;d moved her web away from the shelter of the trees, perhaps to improve her tan, or catch a juicer form of insect. </p>
<p>Today, I walked out to see her, and the web is gone, but for a single strand. I am strangely bereft, and the yard seems lifeless. Birds and buzzing things don&#8217;t fill her gap. </p>
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