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	<title>Oakland Writer, Poet and Editor Paul Corman-Roberts Blog &#187; Gloom Cupboard</title>
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		<title>Escape From SF Public Library:</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 22:54:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paul Corman-Roberts</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Now appearing in Gloom Cupboard # 102: PALM DUSK Don’t be fooled by the thick humidity. The day grows darker than you imagine in a twilight vaguely illuminated by the burning tops of the palm trees; forty-four fronds blazing away, swaying in the gentle East Bay winds. All beneath the particulate marine layer with an [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now appearing in <a href="http://www.gloomcupboard.com/">Gloom Cupboard # 102:</a></p>
<p><strong><em>PALM DUSK</em></strong></p>
<p>Don’t be fooled by the thick humidity. The day grows darker than you imagine in a twilight vaguely illuminated by the burning tops of the palm trees; forty-four fronds blazing away, swaying in the gentle East Bay winds.</p>
<p>All beneath the particulate marine layer with an eye for a local mortgage; weather drawn by the density of bodies. Elements are as the blank slate of wills of you and I with our pretensions to an immortal phantasmagoria.</p>
<p>For a time there had been a growing sun, as if Orion had thrown out his arms to embrace the Earth as his lover.</p>
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