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		<description><![CDATA[I found her sitting motionless. Like a rock in the wind. I didn’t look forward to seeing her again. But I went to her because I knew she was suffering. I also knew only I could alleviate it, albeit temporarily. Getting to her was like walking though a maze. But I could always smell their [...]]]></description>
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