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	<title>Angel Villanueva</title>
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	<description>Adventures of an Errant Mind</description>
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		<title>The Great Art Adventure</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tonight I leave for Italy via Washington D.C., to spend the month of August at L&#8217;Ermitage di Garessio&#8216;s Artist in Residence Retreat: www.ermitagedigaressio.com Once I&#8217;ve completed the artist residency in Garessio, I will be visiting Rome, London, Edinburgh, Dublin and Paris, as well as places in their vicinity. I&#8217;ll be returning to Los Angeles in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.angelvillanueva.com/blog/2010/07/24/the-great-art-adventure/</link>
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		<title>The Seal of God</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I happen upon the nest while surveying the devastation inflicted on the farm by the storm. The nearly uprooted tree is tilted enough that the nest, miraculously spared destruction by the tangled mass of broken branches around it, has come to rest just above eye level. Sitting in it, frightened and cold, is a lone [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.angelvillanueva.com/blog/2010/07/09/the-seal-of-god/</link>
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		<title>The Capital</title>
		<description><![CDATA[:: :: :: &#8220;Why do you always look at me like I&#8217;m not real?&#8221; Rather than answering I look out the restaurant window at the people pushing bales of hay up and down the street. The air between us has frozen solid, plastic toys and an old shoe are suspended in it. He says something [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.angelvillanueva.com/blog/2010/06/18/170/</link>
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		<title>Protected: SKIN</title>
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		<link>http://www.angelvillanueva.com/blog/2010/06/15/skin/</link>
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		<title>Cognitive Archaeology</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Late summer, year unknown. We were on a walk through the countryside, a leisurely trek under the luminous twilight after sundown. The road was flanked by dense trees of a dark emerald, homes nesting between them with  increasing frequency as we got closer to town. At times, glimpses of grassy hills beyond the forest led [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.angelvillanueva.com/blog/2010/03/09/cognitive-archaeology/</link>
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		<title>Never Mind the Fool</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Senator Martin went in looking good. Her navy suit breathed power. She had put some starch on Gossage too. Dr. Lecter sat alone in the middle of the room, in a stout oak armchair bolted to the floor. A blanket covered his straitjacket and leg restraints and concealed the fact that he was chained to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.angelvillanueva.com/blog/2010/02/15/never-mind-the-fool/</link>
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		<title>Notes On A Vampire</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There once lived a creature in the woodland—some say a man—who lured children away from their adventures, and drowned them in a well. It would then watch, hidden amidst the trees, as the villagers gathered for the mournful task of lifting the lifeless little bodies up from the cold darkness that claimed them, into a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.angelvillanueva.com/blog/2010/01/24/notes-on-a-vampire/</link>
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		<title>NOSTALGIA</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Quiero emborrachar mi corazón Para olvidar un loco amor Que más que amor es un sufrir. Y aquí vengo para eso, A borrar antiguos besos En los besos de otras bocas. Si su amor fue flor de un día, ¿Por qué causa siempre es mía esa cruel preocupación? Quiero, por los dos, mi copa alzar [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.angelvillanueva.com/blog/2009/10/08/nostalgia/</link>
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		<title>25 Things About Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1. I was 11 years old when I understood, in its full magnitude, the burdensome paradox of having no foreseeable desire to listen to others yet always having to live in their world. 2. I am sometimes afraid of the places where my mind goes—self destruction lurks in the shadows. I&#8217;ve put measures in place [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.angelvillanueva.com/blog/2009/08/05/25-things-about-me/</link>
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		<title>Under the Midnight Sun</title>
		<description><![CDATA[~A]]></description>
		<link>http://www.angelvillanueva.com/blog/2009/06/25/under-the-midnight-sun/</link>
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