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		<title><![CDATA[Tales From My Garden: A Pine Explosion ]]></title>
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				<p>...a pine explosion blasted out needles-lines she said, for him she no longer pines... </p>
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		<dc:creator>Viktor Zyryanov</dc:creator>
		<dc:date>2008-07-25</dc:date>
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		<title><![CDATA[The Piedmont Park Stories: Conversation With My Shadow ]]></title>
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				<p>"Are you a poetry of a shadow?", I said. "More like a shadow poetry", it sighed. </p>
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		<dc:creator>Viktor Zyryanov</dc:creator>
		<dc:date>2008-07-22</dc:date>
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		<title><![CDATA[Zyryality: A Vision from a Well of Past ]]></title>
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		<dc:creator>Viktor Zyryanov</dc:creator>
		<dc:date>2008-07-18</dc:date>
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		<title><![CDATA[Tales From My Garden: The Constant Gardener ]]></title>
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				<p>I have not seen a more persistent creature than this female garden spider. She just would not give up. She decided to build her fancy home right through the path to the compost pile in our garden. Every other day Natalya or I had to break through the web. Sure enough, the very next morning a brand new custom designed net was tightly vibrating on the sunrise breeze exactly at the same place. I think she had an unconscious desire to catch me in her trap one day. For you, amateur entomologists: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow_garden_spider Please pay attention to the fact that a female spider devours a male after mating. Poor guy. What a price to pay for a minute of pleasure! Or is it a fault of an uncontrollable female after-sex appetite? </p>
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		<dc:creator>Viktor Zyryanov</dc:creator>
		<dc:date>2008-07-15</dc:date>
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		<title><![CDATA[Tales From My Garden: On The Wings of Silence ]]></title>
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				<p>She said, "I'd like to be reduced to silence". I said, "Okay. We'll fly together through the night. I'll build for you the wings of silence and sparkle them with a muted light". </p>
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		<dc:creator>Viktor Zyryanov</dc:creator>
		<dc:date>2008-07-11</dc:date>
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		<title><![CDATA[My Peachtree Street: A Stolen Moment ]]></title>
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				<p>What a nice day it was. I was sitting on a curb near a flower bed digesting a Chick-fil-A sandwich when I noticed my colleague from the office approaching at a fast pace. I put a huge smile on my face and made a friendly hand gesture. But the guy looked through me and kept going. With a stupid smile frozen from ear to ear, I watched his long dreadlocks smack his back in the rhythm of the day. I checked around with my peripheral vision if anybody noticed this smile of an idiot and bowed my head to my knees in shame and confusion. When I raised my eyes, something happened in the sky. I whispered a short prayer of thanks and pushed the shutter button. Was it a payoff for my humiliation or did I steal a moment from the Supreme himself? </p>
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		<dc:creator>Viktor Zyryanov</dc:creator>
		<dc:date>2008-07-08</dc:date>
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		<title><![CDATA[Tales from My Garden: An Army of One ]]></title>
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		<dc:creator>Viktor Zyryanov</dc:creator>
		<dc:date>2008-07-03</dc:date>
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		<title><![CDATA[Tales From My Garden: Natura Morte ]]></title>
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				<p>dead amongst the living, last breath, last gasp for color, before decay takes over...</p>
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		<dc:creator>Viktor Zyryanov</dc:creator>
		<dc:date>2008-07-01</dc:date>
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		<title><![CDATA[Zyryality: The Subprime Mortgage Crisis ]]></title>
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				<p>An empty house. Another victim of forclosure.</p>
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		<dc:creator>Viktor Zyryanov</dc:creator>
		<dc:date>2008-06-27</dc:date>
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		<title><![CDATA[Zyrynology: Eternal Happiness ]]></title>
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				<p> Is happiness having what you want, or wanting what you have? Or having a straw head is quite enough to make us happy?</p>
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		<dc:creator>Viktor Zyryanov</dc:creator>
		<dc:date>2008-06-24</dc:date>
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		<title><![CDATA[Zyryality: The Lost Battle ]]></title>
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				<p>How did it happen that the tough and proud concrete got conquered by the soft and tender leaves? All you need is love?</p>
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		<dc:creator>Viktor Zyryanov</dc:creator>
		<dc:date>2008-06-13</dc:date>
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		<title><![CDATA[Nu Aesthetics: A Zen of Plumbing ]]></title>
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		<dc:creator>Viktor Zyryanov</dc:creator>
		<dc:date>2008-06-10</dc:date>
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