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	<description>Random thoughts and ideas.</description>
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		<title>Humility</title>
		<description>	The sign read: Great Advice, only $.50.
	He was a younger man, slightly slumped in his Venice Beach bench. Ironically, his black skin shone white in the bright California sun. Yet his eyes were incredibly dark, like pools of a melting 75% cacao chocolate bar. As I dug through my multiple ...</description>
		<link>http://pridian.blogsome.com/2009/01/06/humility/</link>
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		<title>A Bicycle&#8217;s Diary</title>
		<description>	September 2nd, 2007
	I finally left the garage today and was thrown into the back of a pick up. Though I prefer a bike rack atop a car, so the wind can blow through my bars, I was please to find myself beneath the sun and way from the lingering scent ...</description>
		<link>http://pridian.blogsome.com/2007/09/07/a-bicycles-diary/</link>
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		<title>Eclispe</title>
		<description>	We set our alarms for 1:45 AM. And when that time came, my body hardly recognized the alarm. Unsynchronized, I exited my
	 bed to stumble into the living room where Sarah seemed to have slept all night. 
	“Hey,” I said groggily.
	“Yeah,” she mumbled.
	We shuffled outside in our baggy pajamas and ...</description>
		<link>http://pridian.blogsome.com/2007/08/29/eclispe/</link>
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		<title>Henry</title>
		<description>	I walked into Starbucks… I know, I know, I have a lot of Starbucks stories. 
	I walked into Starbucks to order my tall black iced tea- unsweetened. Employees at the coffee shop are usually out going and sometimes on the verge of dramatic.
	“Hey Muscles! What can I get you this ...</description>
		<link>http://pridian.blogsome.com/2007/07/06/henry/</link>
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		<title>Robert the Disgruntled Pirate and Bum</title>
		<description>	Wind blew the heavy rain into obsidian waves over the asphalt. We ran, heads huddled under jackets, into the warm restaurant. Walking to the hostess, I saw a man sitting alone with his head bowed over his knees. His clothes were filthy and an old beanie atop his head had ...</description>
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