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		<title>The Princess and the Stone-Picker By Sarah Ashwood</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[His head had been bowed, as was proper, but at the question the stone-picker lifted his face. For the first time, she caught sight of his earthy eyes—quiet and peaceful, like the garden paths he tended.

“Those whose eyes are nearest the ground are those who see its treasures,” he replied slowly, simply, and honestly, as was his way.]]></description>
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		<title>Orthogonal To The Astral Plane By Jude-Marie Green</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A small group of men practiced dance on an open terrace. The man in the plaid shirt waved up at them; the men incorporated a return wave into their dance. Selina heard a drift of drum music and saw that the men used the beat to synchronize their movements.

“The Old King teaches others to be Prince,” the man in the plaid shirt said. “We are all happier this way.”]]></description>
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		<title>Love in the Thirtieth Dimension By Aimee C. Amodio</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 17:11:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I really wanted to be chipping plaster at that point. "It’s probably some site that sells self-help books so I can learn to be less incompatible with everyone in the universe." I headed down the hall, but didn’t get far enough away to pretend I couldn’t hear her call me back.

"Liv… it’s some kind of fake dating site. I think." When I turned back, she was quickly clicking through profiles. And she was laughing.]]></description>
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		<title>She Blossoms in Mine Tailings By Erika Marshall</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Morgan didn't need to look. He knew every cobweb on the six cold kerosene lamps hung in a wrought-iron chandelier over the table. He had every mote of dust memorized. It was so thick on the floor and stairs that you could see the mouse tracks -- except where she came down the stairs every day. She always came down the stairs in exactly the same way -- with gentle grace, stolid dignity, and an air of gratitude for another day of life.]]></description>
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		<title>River Of Stones By Rhonda Porrett</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 03:22:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He remembered the warmth of the stone, wanted the warmth of her skin, the taste of her lips, the feel of her body in his embrace. Why was he so stupid to sell such a treasure? “What is your name?”]]></description>
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