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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 03:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[b alone - an intersection of lifetimes / a short work of poetry &#038; moments revolving around boston, by john mcelhenney - december 1996]]></description>
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		<title>sf alone</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 01:25:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jmacofearth</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Where SF had been a place of great happiness each year as I attended MacWorld I was wandering Chinatown and San Rafael where my ex-wife's uncle lived. I was feeling all of it, the sorrow and longing was showing up and words were gathering in storm clouds.

I remember the days were cold, misty and windy. There was no where I could go to find hope. Coffee fueled more energy and anxiety but no lift.]]></description>
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<p>Where SF had been a place of great happiness each year as I attended MacWorld   I was wandering Chinatown and San Rafael where my ex-wife&#8217;s uncle lived. I   was feeling all of it, the sorrow and longing was showing up and words were gathering in storm clouds.</p>
<p>I remember the days were cold, misty and windy. There was no where I could go to find hope. Coffee fueled more energy and anxiety but no lift.</p>
<p>open <a title="sf alone - poems by john mcelhenney" href="http://john.mcelhenney.com/wp-content/sfa_html/" target="_blank">sf alone</a></p>
<p>John McElhenney<br />
May 2009</p>
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