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		<title>as the crow flies</title>
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(above: detail, cobblestone, Rittenhouse Square, Philadelphia, PA.)
They, the ubiquitous they who appear to know everything, say that it&#8217;s impossible to move forward until you look back.  See who you were to see who you are.  Observe what it is that led you to the place you stand, so that you can avoid the same mistakes, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.moderngypsy.com/blog/?p=617</link>
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		<title>in all things, s i m p l i f y.</title>
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When we moved out here, we went from five thousand square feet of metal box, largely populated with dust bunnies and the remnants of mice, to an extreme change &#8212; 650 square feet, with half of it being at least partially used by a business I&#8217;d been out here to set up over the summer.
For [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.moderngypsy.com/blog/?p=615</link>
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		<title>stranger than fiction</title>
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Y&#8217;know&#8230;
If I was to actually go into the absolute Crazy of the last four weeks, to actually lay it all out on a timeline and try to explain exactly, in detail, just wtf kept me from posting and, oh, say, living my normal life?
You would think I was lying.  Or better, send the soft-spoken guys [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.moderngypsy.com/blog/?p=610</link>
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		<title>wish you were here</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s been forever, I know.  I&#8217;d apologize, but the delays have been largely functional, and where I&#8217;m at, the &#8216;net is often spotty at best.  (Right now, in fact, I&#8217;m horking it off a neighbor.  Ahem.)
I&#8217;m still in Greensboro, obviously.  Lots of reasons for that.  I&#8217;ll go into them later, maybe, at some point.  If [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.moderngypsy.com/blog/?p=601</link>
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		<title>the jerusalem market</title>
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&#8220;And what does a pretty lady need with this much olive oil?&#8221; he asked, sliding the giant jugs to the counter.
The cash register beeped.  $33.99 (1), (2).
I&#8217;m making soap, I told him, and smiled a little, choosing to ignore the pretty lady comment, since I&#8217;d just watched him flirt with the ancient woman who&#8217;d checked [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.moderngypsy.com/blog/?p=595</link>
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		<title>to be running when you can&#8217;t get away</title>
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The sunsets here are beautiful.  Orange, pink.  Fading with an inexorable, unbearable slowness to blue and black.
Another day.
Gone.
*  *  *
A while ago, I screwed something up.
We&#8217;re not talking some little thing that&#8217;s easily fixed.  We&#8217;re talking something big, something involving other people and a couple core parts of myself, too.  Something easily fixed, sure (most [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.moderngypsy.com/blog/?p=592</link>
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		<title>tempus fugit</title>
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Just over six months ago, I sat here, in frigid temperatures, coffee in hand, talking to a friend until my phone nearly died on me from all the time spent caffeinating in the dark.  There were piles of dirty snow and wet December streets, and my hair smelled like mangoes and pink grapefruit.
I remember thinking [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.moderngypsy.com/blog/?p=586</link>
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		<title>fragments of story</title>
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Life.  In motion.
I took this the other day (Tuesday?  Wednesday?  Last week sometime.) on accident, on my way out the door.  I was checking the backside of the phone for lens grime before shoving it in my bag, and managed to click the dealie while walking out of the bathroom.
I kept it, though, because it [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.moderngypsy.com/blog/?p=582</link>
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		<title>sate hitam satyam</title>
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Slowly, I&#8217;m learning.
I&#8217;m learning that there&#8217;s truth in the statement Life is not a race to be won. That Life, capital L, is an often-meandering journey, made for us to notice, observe, and learn from.  It&#8217;s work, but it&#8217;s also slow, sunny afternoons with budding trees and a persistent wind from the South, and warm [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.moderngypsy.com/blog/?p=570</link>
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		<title>tales of faith and strife and woe</title>
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For a while now, the focus word for my whole entire life has been synthesis.  (Well, that and change and omgmovetoNCnowplzkthxbai, but we&#8217;ll narrow it down to just the one word for today&#8217;s bloggy purposes.)
Synthesis, or rather, the lack thereof, has been a recurrent theme in my life.  Not so much from a negative connotation [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.moderngypsy.com/blog/?p=566</link>
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