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		<title>Bye-bye.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2011 21:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi guys, I&#8217;m going to stop blogging. Something about it no longer feels right to me. Initially I thought it was fear of exposure (which is true, I do fear it). But its more than that. Its because I&#8217;m finding it difficult to draw the line between secrecy and privacy. I want some privacy. I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=psiproject.wordpress.com&#038;blog=14877786&#038;post=939&#038;subd=psiproject&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>My Darling Dimples: London Rain</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Greetings one and all, This week has been full of wonderful moments. Here are some that made me smile. +++ I yearned to be in the company of young men seeking to be part of ‘old boys clubs’ whilst reminiscing London munching on cookie pizza overlooking Lycabettus. Bright bohemians enticed me to chase theatrical pursuits. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=psiproject.wordpress.com&#038;blog=14877786&#038;post=935&#038;subd=psiproject&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Autumn: Marching Season</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2011 11:11:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.  -George Eliot +++ Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. -Stanley Horowitz +++ O Autumn, laden with fruit, and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=psiproject.wordpress.com&#038;blog=14877786&#038;post=863&#038;subd=psiproject&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Great Gatsby</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 19:58:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m thrilled I read the book first as I cannot wait for the film; Baz will do wonderful things to Gatsby&#8217;s house parties. What perfect writing. Ps: I now have a Facebook Page. Feel free to follow me on there until I figure out how to add a &#8216;Like&#8217; button. +++ It was the kind of voice [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=psiproject.wordpress.com&#038;blog=14877786&#038;post=929&#038;subd=psiproject&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>My Darling Dimples: Elizabeth Taylor</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 11:16:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This week has been good. I’m enjoying the fullness of my days. I’m excited about life again! Ok, this isn’t constant, it comes in flashes, but it is coming back to me… I think I had forgotten how it felt… the electric shock you get from it, and how it shoots you up. I’m so [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=psiproject.wordpress.com&#038;blog=14877786&#038;post=924&#038;subd=psiproject&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Rebirth</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 11:11:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday. The monastery. I love photographing them. A long red dress. The colour exploded on the stones. It was derelict. Like someone had said okay take care of those three trees, but leave the others. The wind spoke to me. It sounded like a man. He sang something. I heard words briefly. It sounded like [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=psiproject.wordpress.com&#038;blog=14877786&#038;post=867&#038;subd=psiproject&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Reminiscing the Lake</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 11:11:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving into a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out, it is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=psiproject.wordpress.com&#038;blog=14877786&#038;post=875&#038;subd=psiproject&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Greece by Night</title>
		<link>http://psiproject.wordpress.com/2011/09/11/greece-by-night/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 18:06:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; This is a photograph of Greece by night, taken from the International Space Station on September 4th 2010 by astronaut Douglous Wheelock. He says: &#8220;The Isles of Greece during a clear night pass over Europe. Athens shining brightly along the Mediterranean Sea. A very surreal feeling to view the splendour of this ancient land from outer [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=psiproject.wordpress.com&#038;blog=14877786&#038;post=914&#038;subd=psiproject&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The View</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 11:11:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Red beach, 10-7-11 On the first day, the space was overwhelming. Too much. I said hello and crawled into a cave until it was over. On the second day, we did small talk. We accepted each other’s presence, though I was not yet warm. How are you? The sunset was a masterpiece. What a peace [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=psiproject.wordpress.com&#038;blog=14877786&#038;post=878&#038;subd=psiproject&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Where It happens</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 09:04:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Not bars. Not the office. It happens at the hairdressers. The post office. Airports. It happens by the sea. It happens when you&#8217;re walking. It happens everywhere&#8230; but the places you wait for it. It happens.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=psiproject.wordpress.com&#038;blog=14877786&#038;post=913&#038;subd=psiproject&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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