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		<title>A Meditation on Return Voyages</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I. Places that I am terrified of returning to: Shitty $49-a-night motels with dingy sheets and showers overrun with mildew smelling of sweat, cigarettes, and desperation; the backseat of a 1979 Cutlass parked in the dark alley between the corner store and T’s Restaurant pinned underneath a bumbling teenager who’s vigorously making love to my inner thigh; the altars of Pentecostal churches swaying with what old women believe is Jesus, asking forgiveness for sins that I’m going to commit again and again; the pathetic drips, buzzes, and beeps of cold hospital rooms; the moon-sized dread of waiting for people to</p>
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