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	<title>SoZo's design</title>
	<link>http://sozosdesign.com</link>
	<description>I am a freelance designer specializing in the development of WordPress websites; from individual blogs &#38; logos to complete identity development &#38; content management systems for small businesses &#38; organizations.</description>
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		<title>somewhere I have never travelled</title>
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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as ...</description>
		<link>http://sozosdesign.com/archives/61</link>
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		<title>sometimes you can hear the ocean&#8230;</title>
		<description>Listen to the Mustn’ts child, listen to the Don’ts.

Listen to the Shouldn’ts, The Impossibles, the Wont’s.

Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me.

Anything is possible, anything can be.

- Shel Silverstein </description>
		<link>http://sozosdesign.com/archives/57</link>
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		<title>Prix Pictet Photography Award</title>
		<description>

Can a photograph help sustain the planet?

It can if it opens people's eyes to the world around them.

Click on the poster to learn more. </description>
		<link>http://sozosdesign.com/archives/60</link>
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		<title>from the book of questions</title>
		<description>
Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?

Why do trees conceal
the splendor of their roots?

Who hears the regrets
of the thieving automobile?

Is there anything in the world sadder
than a train standing in the rain?

--Pablo Neruda
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		<link>http://sozosdesign.com/archives/51</link>
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		<title>the artist&#8217;s task</title>
		<description>The artist's task is not to alter the world as the eye sees it into a world of aesthetic reality, but to perceive the aesthetic reality within the actual world and to make an undisturbed and faithful record of the instant in which this movement of creativeness achives its most ...</description>
		<link>http://sozosdesign.com/archives/44</link>
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		<title>Enigmas</title>
		<description> Translated by Robert Bly.



You’ve asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet?
I reply, the ocean knows this.
You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent bell?
What is it waiting for?
I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.

You ask me whom the Macrocystis ...</description>
		<link>http://sozosdesign.com/archives/39</link>
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		<title>from the 9th Elegy</title>
		<description>...because being here is so much; because everything here

apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way

keeps calling to us.  Us the most fleeting of all.

Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too,

just once.  And never again.  But to have been

this once, ...</description>
		<link>http://sozosdesign.com/archives/22</link>
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		<title>Tom Allen in my mailbox&#8230;again</title>
		<description>Well, yet again I awoke this morning to find another photo by Tom Allen in my inbox. That makes three this month. Flak photo must really dig his work as much as I do. Although this is a little simpler than most of his other pieces, I think its particularly ...</description>
		<link>http://sozosdesign.com/archives/14</link>
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		<title>From Rilke</title>
		<description>Translated by Annemarie S. Kidder

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone

enough

to truly consecrate the hour.

I am much too small in this world, yet not small

enough

to be to you just object and thing,

dark and smart.

I want my free will and want it accompanying

the path which leads to ...</description>
		<link>http://sozosdesign.com/archives/20</link>
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		<title>jumping the bars</title>
		<description>
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars, and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in ...</description>
		<link>http://sozosdesign.com/archives/41</link>
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