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    <title>Gather: Articles by Adina P.</title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 11:03:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Memories/ Mira</title>
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      <description>Memories 
 
   
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  For a couple of years now, almost every evening we met behind the school building and chatted or walked around our neighborhood looking at pretty houses, imagining . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 16:45:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-28T16:45:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The voice of Memory</title>
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  Memory is a strange voice in the back of my mind, with ups and downs, some slow, some abrupt. Sometimes the voice is deafening with painful screams that stab my soul, other times I am barely . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 23:42:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-07T23:42:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Memories</title>
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      <description>My mother is visiting and I am delighting in her memories.... 
   
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  I  do not know about others,  but when I think of my childhood  I immediately feel the need . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 21:58:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-05T21:58:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Sunday Morning</title>
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  Loneliness never bothered Serghei.  
 
 
  Until today.  
 
 
  It was springtime, one like any other ones, during a year like many others in his life. He noticed how lately he had begun to . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 01:46:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-30T01:46:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Uncertainty</title>
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      An alarm sounded in the distance.      
 
 
   She knew, it was obvious, something happened.   
 
 
   Flashing through the dirty bus window, the yellow street light seemed eerie . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 18:11:17 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-19T18:11:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Procrustean Musing</title>
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      <description>An ancient  giant, lures  the travelers  on the road to Athens: he gets them  to sleep in a copper bed, and if they are too long, he chops  their  heads  and feet . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 16:06:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-06T16:06:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Shana Tova</title>
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 I received a panicked call from my mother  whose  concern for my spiritual wellbeing  went beyond maternal comfort zone and spilled  into an immediate area of nonstop . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 17:16:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-04T17:16:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Soliloquy by the sea</title>
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  I love the sea. I love it as a place of exile. Because it crosses any age. It is part of any century and holds many memories. There is something excruciatingly beautiful, able to intimidate . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 20:43:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-03T20:43:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The cellar</title>
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 Transformed into a bar, the cellar with brick walls and rounded arches called at certain hours dubious customers. Nobody remembers how it happened. At some point, some gathered there listening . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 20:24:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-15T20:24:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Whatever happened to Faust ?</title>
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 The hollow and creepy look in his eyes made me nervous. After sitting in one of the available chairs in the room, he spun his eyes around the room, surveying the area and taking a . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 16:03:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-11T16:03:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Uncertainty Principle</title>
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 At one of the two tables behind me sits the annoying couple, which is quite a site to analyze. He is young, ignorant, and illiterate with large and fleshy hands and legs, sturdy pillars he secures . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 15:43:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-03T15:43:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>On the Nudist Beach</title>
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 I know nothing about you. Almost nothing. Even if you begin to remove your clothes one after another, now, here, without any deliberation... If you remain naked before me, I could not find . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 02:47:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-31T02:47:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Where am I as a writer</title>
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 It appears to me that the older I get the more I experience curmudgeonly days. It should only get easier with age, no? 
 
 
 With my first book in print now, I find myself caught in the proverbial . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 00:18:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-25T00:18:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Iliad and Odyssey for the casual observer</title>
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 My friend Kerri challenged me for a user friendly take on Homer's spark of genius. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 “de mortuis nil nisi bene “ 
 
 
 I n the Iliad, the moral background and the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 15:14:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-09T15:14:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The pursuit of happiness</title>
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 Many worlds ago, when Gods roamed the earth, it became obvious mortals needed a boost in their spirit and confidence, or the very existence of the Gods was in jeopardy. 
 After close deliberation, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 06:28:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-19T06:28:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Comedy</title>
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 “All I need to make a comedy is a park, a policeman and a pretty girl.” Charles Chaplin 
 
   
   
 Many moons ago I was but a curious child walking around my hometown . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 23:33:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-03T23:33:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A fantasy on the origins of soul recycling</title>
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 Imagine this: 
 Gabriel and Damien, each with a ladle in hand, lazily mixing in a caldron. 
 “Do you think it’s enough?” 
 “For the ones born today, I think it’s . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 16:23:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-02T16:23:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Books and the freedom to read them</title>
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      <description>Sometimes they hold white pages and other times yellow ones, some are light and others are heavy and old with an infinity of ants crawling amongst crinkled leaves pierced by moths. 
 
 
 - BOOKS - were, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 02:52:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-29T02:52:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A stare at breasts a day keeps the doctor away</title>
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      <description>I do have your attention with the title, right ? 
 
 
 “Staring at women’s breasts is good for men’s health and makes them live longer, a new survey reveals. Researchers have discovered . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 12:57:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-27T12:57:59Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Broken Smiles</title>
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 The entire city is full of broken smiles. The honesty of a genuine smile disappeared at some point, not sure when. Maybe it started with the first binary code used to hide the real person behind . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 18:07:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-22T18:07:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A rebel heroine</title>
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 “Do you think any writer would want to write about the life of any of us? “ She asked her friend all of a sudden. 
 Two girls one Friday evening in a bar and already a little dizzy . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 15:45:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-15T15:45:46Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The mermaid</title>
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 “Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine  Et nos amours” 
 
 Shivering he was mumbling the verses at the end of the breakwater.  Because of the mist, visibility from the rock . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 16:57:42 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-13T16:57:42Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The attic in my grandmother’s house</title>
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      <description>The narrow staircase ascending to the attic fascinated me throughout my entire childhood. At the end of the stairs, there was a low door and the mere thought of what might be hidden behind it fed my . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 15:40:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-11T15:40:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Remembrance of things past</title>
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  I was mussing the other day while a gruesome headache held me hostage. Remember Proust and his remembrance of things past? I do! Every time I let my mind wander, I think of my own olfactory . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 14:41:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-04-28T14:41:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>More or less about relationships</title>
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    I noticed how since the time little girls are born, society brainwashes them in becoming colorless demoiselles waiting for a knight in shinny armor ridding a white horse to rescue . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 16:04:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-04-22T16:04:49Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Destiny and the fortunetellers</title>
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  When she was a child from time to time, the gypsy fortunetellers came in their neighborhood. 
 “I’ll spin the old shell. For your pets, children, health ... A sack of flour and I’ll tell . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 15:05:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-04-18T15:05:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Elgar Cello Concerto</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 23:48:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-04-06T23:48:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Barber Adagio For Strings</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 23:45:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-04-06T23:45:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Blind date</title>
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  Sex, the next frontier.  

  And I mean it; 10 years ago, nothing was farther from my horizon than sex. At the time when this story took place, this little gem of personal humiliation . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 14:12:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-04-06T14:12:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Aprils Fool</title>
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 Dear Friend, 

   

 All is well with me and I certainly hope the same is true for you, 

 The purpose of my letter however is to announce that, together with a team of German researchers . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 18:30:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Adina P.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-31T18:30:36Z</dc:date>
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