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		<title>I&#8217;m in love with a windy day</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2013 20:30:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dimitra Daisy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[everything and nothing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[an everyday life worth living]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s windy today. Very windy. Crazy windy. I went out on my bike this afternoon &#8211;I have a bike now&#8211; and I could barely move into the head wind, even on flat land. I had to let go of the handlebars to catch my hat, which didn&#8217;t help. I pretty much gave up on cycling [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In which I try to explain why I disappeared, and why I always seem to be talking about the boy Constantin, and I conclude that I need to take my own advice</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2012 18:59:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dimitra Daisy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[remember the magic]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[something called love]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It was such a good idea. I would &#8216;remember the magic:&#8217; I would write about the major magical moments of my life. I&#8217;d write about them in the order in which they happened, not in an attempt to write an autobiography, but only to bring some discipline into this undertaking &#8212; discipline that would, I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>We&#8217;ll never get to Paris now</title>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/well-never-get-to-paris-now</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 15:45:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dimitra Daisy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Thessaloniki]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[May 2001. Thessaloniki. There was magic when we were together. As long as we could keep from sulking and from arguing it would be there, between us, turning being together into worthwhile activity in itself. I have so many memories of it. Cleaning our flat in preparation for a dinner party, one May evening, I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Easter Sunday</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 21:20:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dimitra Daisy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[remember the magic]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Thessaloniki]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[April, 2000. Thessaloniki. One of the most beautiful moments of my life. We were both back from church, from different churches, because he felt he had to attend with his family and I was partial to a small Byzantine church with a tree-filled courtyard. I had walked home nursing the flame of my candle and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Spring rain</title>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/spring-rain</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 20:56:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dimitra Daisy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[April, 2000. Thessaloniki. We ran through the downpour to get to the cafÃ©. That&#8217;s all, really. I could tell you that I was wearing a new skirt, and my pink shirt; that the rain made my hair curlier than usual; that he thought I was pretty, and it showed in his eyes. I could tell [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The first big miracle</title>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/the-first-big-miracle</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 21:26:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dimitra Daisy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[everything and nothing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[remember the magic]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Thessaloniki]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[March, 2000. Thessaloniki. We stayed up until four am waiting for the almost-best-friend to come back from work, while the cake my godmother had insisted on making for me was slowly falling apart in the fridge. It didn&#8217;t matter, though: it still looked beautiful. We put it down on our new wooden floor and sat [...]]]></description>
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		<title>And then suddenly</title>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/and-then-suddenly</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 21:02:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dimitra Daisy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[January, 2000. Thessaloniki. That was the kind of afternoon that made you think something was about to happen. The darkness of the sleepless night before had been transformed into glittering light, both in the world and in my heart. In the world, it shone against the domed roof of the church; in my heart, it [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Soap bubble box</title>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/soap-bubble-box</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 21:33:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dimitra Daisy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[remember the magic]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[December, 1999. Thessaloniki. Christmas Eve. We gathered in a taverna at lunch time: the inner circle of the record shop people, some of their old friends, and me. I did and didn&#8217;t belong there. I loved them all, and they were fond of me, but they were, roughly, twenty years my seniors, with lives that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A light that never goes out</title>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/a-light-that-never-goes-out</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 21:14:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dimitra Daisy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[everything and nothing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[a trail of songs]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[remember the magic]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[December, 1999. Thessaloniki. I&#8217;d waited for a while, and then I stopped. I even stopped dreaming. There was something like an emptiness inside me, a calm, bright, almost beautiful emptiness, reflected impeccably in the world around me as I wandered through the town with wet, cold feet and the snow fell, landed, and melted tirelessly [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The second attempt</title>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/the-second-attempt</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 21:18:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dimitra Daisy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[something called love]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[November, 1999. Thessaloniki. Another wall to lean against, this time outside a bar toilet. It was better than it sounds: I was leaning against my friend&#8217;s coat, which helped me hold on to my courage. I had to do something, and this was the only thing that I could think of. He came out. &#8220;I&#8217;ve [...]]]></description>
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