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	<title>The Blue Pencil Online &#187; Laurel Durning-Hammond</title>
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		<title>This Afternoon</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hear Laurel Durning-Hammond read this poem Rivulets tunnel new courses through ice that flashes brightly, melting. Mint-blue sunlight, intermittent, defines shadows of trees. My knees and thighs are washed in honeyed warmth. Certain, lacy branches— candelabras—sway below the blue. It’s only wind, but my ears are sore with roaring. I press the solid force that [...]]]></description>
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