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	<title>Comments on: Zazz Zu Zazz</title>
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		<title>By: Dzvinia Orlowsky</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dzvinia Orlowsky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 01:20:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m reminded of Henry David Thoreau&#039;s quote that we only walk part way, consciously, toward our goal - and the rest (the tricky part) involves leaping in the dark to our success  This piece is pure energy and faith, rhythm mapping out its beats and rests. Wonderful, wonderful, bulls-eye details jumping out at the reader alongside those that resonate, linger --- I love that mother, bless her,who despite being dead still ties the family&#039;s snug knots and who (or so her son believes when his world unravels to chaos and loss) can still &quot;smell&quot; his anger...</description>
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