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		<title>By: Lm Lu</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[After a near death experience where I stopped breathing, my dreams became more vivid and strange.  I dream of a empty, red and blue, sun aged, and wind tattered circus tent.  It was located in the middle of no where.  When I entered the tent I saw nothing, no stands for the people to sit in, no circus ring,  with sparse equipment.  Only the trapeze, tight rope and something similar to a monkey bar that you would find in a park for children.  The floor of the tent had been swept clean and the ground had become hard.  It was a place of sadness, and longing.]]></description>
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