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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Back when the nights stretched endlessly&#8212; how we savored the shade to flutter our eyes at incandescent thoughts, where even the youngest ideas, still pupating white and slung under the bellies of our tongues, were perfumed with dignity. In that dark, desire pooled at our feet and all—the cold words from filigreed lips, the moonlight,&#8230;</p>
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