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		<title>random notes on creative nonfiction</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 14:05:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Deanna</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I want to uncover from real to real, though I can barely get beyond imagined. The role my supposings play, though, makes it fun: a biography of air, of ants, or aunts, a piece of driftwood once a tree. A foundation crumbles, a cemetery stone speaks. My face in the mirror draws down. I wander &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://deannahershiser.com/2010/02/12/random-notes-on-creative-nonfiction/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I want to uncover from real to real,<br />
though I can barely get beyond imagined.<br />
The role my supposings play, though, makes it fun:<br />
a biography of air, of ants, or aunts,<br />
a piece of driftwood once a tree. </p>
<p><a href="http://deannahershiser.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/bike-path-5-8-09-015.jpg"><img src="http://deannahershiser.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/bike-path-5-8-09-015-56x75.jpg" alt="" title="bike path 5-8-09 015" width="56" height="75" class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1297" /></a>A foundation crumbles,<br />
a cemetery stone speaks.<br />
My face in the mirror<br />
draws down. </p>
<p>I wander long hours, imagining<br />
why this was, or what that might have been,<br />
what we might be.</p>
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