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		<title>We&#8217;ll never get to Paris now</title>
		<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>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/easter-sunday</link>
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		<title>Spring rain</title>
		<description><![CDATA[April, 2000. Thessaloniki. We ran through the downpour to get to the café. 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>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/spring-rain</link>
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		<title>The first big miracle</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/the-first-big-miracle</link>
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		<title>And then suddenly</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/and-then-suddenly</link>
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		<title>Soap bubble box</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/soap-bubble-box</link>
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		<title>A light that never goes out</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/a-light-that-never-goes-out</link>
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		<title>The second attempt</title>
		<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>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/the-second-attempt</link>
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		<title>The first attempt</title>
		<description><![CDATA[October, 1999. Thessaloniki. Dusk was falling as I leaned against the wall, waiting for him to come out. This was my third attempt: the week before I had waited outside the wrong college, twice, before I realised my mistake. Seeing as I could not, at the time, conceive of taking no for an answer I&#8217;d [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/the-first-attempt</link>
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		<title>How a list of words changed my life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[August, 1999. Thessaloniki. It was an exhaustingly hot afternoon of an exhaustingly empty summer, and there was nothing that gave out something was about to happen. In fact, it was the sort of time that convinces you that nothing will ever happen &#8212; and indeed, nothing really did. And yet every time I look back [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sprinkledpepper.net/diaries/archives/how-a-list-of-words-changed-my-life</link>
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