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	<title>Comments on: Point of Detachment by Jessica Vozel</title>
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	<description>Good writing. No remorse.</description>
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		<title>By: david erlewine</title>
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		<dc:creator>david erlewine</dc:creator>
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		<description>&quot;Or maybe he was nearly back to us, a half-hour away at the tree farm picking out a tree that he’d bring like an apologetic bouquet, but lost his way when he lost the finger that pointed him home.&quot;

Perfect.</description>
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<p>Perfect.</p>
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