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		<title>hopping rocks</title>
		<description><![CDATA[she glides over the rocky terrain the chatter of gulls cheering her on feathery shadows pass over her skin a brush of reassurance from her silent, ubiquitous guides her bare feet land cautiously upon the rocks rocks that harbor the cold bite of the sea resisting the warmth of the morning sun she knows they [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://deltina.com/2011/04/14/hopping-rocks/</link>
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		<title>Nina</title>
		<description><![CDATA[my skin white and soft as a sockeye’s belly next to hers calloused from a love put to sealskin and sinew that wrap my feet in a warm caressing embrace © Copyright Deltina Hay, 2004]]></description>
		<link>http://deltina.com/2011/03/23/nina/</link>
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		<title>Super Moon Photos March 19 2011</title>
		<description><![CDATA[March 19th Super Moon]]></description>
		<link>http://deltina.com/2011/03/20/super-moon-photos-march-19-2011/</link>
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		<title>St. Patrick&#8217;s Day Dream</title>
		<description><![CDATA[2am a sudden start and an expectation of a midnight sun more of a glow, really raven has swallowed the sun and all we can see seeps through his conniving lips i scurry along the dock dodging nets piled high or hung to air stinking of seaweed and fish guts the only sounds a lapping [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://deltina.com/2011/03/17/st-patricks-day-dream/</link>
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		<title>Hawks Over Mopac</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sentinels of our chaos Steadfast in your gaze When do we slow to notice you? Do you even care? Do you see me – seeing you? Do you know me As I claim to know you? Gatekeepers of our sanity Somehow you know When I need to be reminded To breathe…slowly Or is it more [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://deltina.com/2011/03/11/hawks-over-mopac/</link>
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		<title>Daffodils in the Rooms of God</title>
		<description><![CDATA[and i have entered places i now know are the rooms of god wandered into them, unawares the door slamming swiftly behind as the brain adjusts to comprehend such beauty daisies, wild and sassy smothering the banks of a rushing river snowy white dogwoods nestled in the dark of the rain forest mounds of bluebells [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://deltina.com/2011/03/08/daffodils-in-the-rooms-of-god/</link>
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		<title>Chaotic Organismic Self-Regulation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[i think perhaps they reap the words i speak to the darkness those figures forming in my empty fields storing as records to be searched for just the right initial value to this iterative boundary valued differential life that will calculate them back to that instant that nanosecond of knowing the truth and forgetting it [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://deltina.com/2011/02/28/chaotic-organismic-self-regulation/</link>
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		<title>Hands</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I imagine she is holding your hand at the side of your bed where I cannot be and I wonder Does the weight of your hand hold the same memories for her as it would for me? Calloused from working harder than any woman should have to Scarred by the memories of restaurants long extinct [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://deltina.com/2011/02/18/hands/</link>
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		<title>pitching fish</title>
		<description><![CDATA[they bounced the pretty ones on their knees but she was lanky freckled ratted hair with bare feet calloused and filthy and she liked it that way liked not to be noticed alone in a world she made up as she went hopping from rock to rock on the rugged shore waves crashed and sprayed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://deltina.com/2011/02/04/pitching-fish/</link>
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		<title>Judgements</title>
		<description><![CDATA[our judgments are often timely as though clinging to that dusky moment of the day when it seems impossible to discern whether our own headlights are on but glaringly obvious that everyone else’s are © Copyright Deltina Hay, 2004 Published, in the Sorin Oak Review, Volume 15]]></description>
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