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		<title>Reading Life</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[After a particularly bad week, I sat at my kitchen table and read George Saunders’ Lincoln in the Bardo. It turned out, farting ghosts and a grieving president were just what I needed. The book’s elevated vocabulary and shifting POVs are demanding, but what I found the most challenging was that it asks the reader to just be. To watch. To listen.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Crossing the Bar &#8211; An Excerpt from the novel Graft</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Gong Fa hated Captain Flavel the way she hated most white men, especially rich ones. But over the last few months, Flavel had become something else: a dying man. A rich, stubborn, selfish one, but still a dying one.]]></description>
		
		
		
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