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		<title>Jaws of Life.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 16:49:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I met my Shary, he didn&#8217;t want a dog.  Although he was kind, he was adamant about not having wanted a dog in his house, in his life&#8230; and especially one with, erm, &#8220;challenges.&#8221;  (Anyone who has ever owned a dachshund will tell you that they are not for the weak of heart, the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=1153&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Exuberance.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 06:20:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[If I define exuberance in its purest form, it is my dachshund, Lincoln. Particularly on the beach, and exacerbated by the &#8220;chuck-it&#8221; and tennis ball.  In fact, he is so crazy when it comes to tennis balls, they have been known to cause him temporary insanity. I recall a particular day in the sleepy town [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=1144&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Expanded service area.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 19:47:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Daily beach walks from my home in Malibu provide endless entertainment.  This one made me chuckle&#8230; I know Charter boasts an expanded service area, but this is a bit excessive! I only wish I&#8217;d had a camera in hand the other day when my dachshund discovered a sheep&#8217;s head washed upon the shore.  That was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=688&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Beauty. Simplicity.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 02:47:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is Grace, and she emodies it.  Being back in the USA, specifically in Los Angeles, feels better than I could ever have predicted. This type of work is something I have missed greatly on my travels. I find myself referring to the years leading up to my current status as having been on &#8220;a long journey [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=549&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Mother.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/03/19/mother/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Mar 2011 04:23:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[06 March 2011, Venice, Italy, Carnevale Oh Venice, city of Woman, She who slaps, and then gently massages the sting away with her gloved hand, I am forever under your spell. Debauchery lingering in the breeze, the brightly colored markings of will’s triumph over repression, and the whispered spirit of lusty poets who needn’t sleep [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=281&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Pathway.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/03/11/pathway/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 21:59:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[03 March 2011, Train from Pontremoli to Pisa, Italy When life is lived completely openly, Heaven on this Earth of ours shows itself in everyday life, in small villages and in breathtaking grandiosity, in the colors of the rainbow and in the blackness of a moonless night, in the face of new love and in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=277&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Angels.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/03/02/angels/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2011 13:12:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[02 March 2011, Florence and Lunigiana, Italy In the train station there are all sorts.  Workers, students, Germans, Africans, Romanian gypsies, lovers, laughers, fighters, criers, androgynous teenagers with topiaries for hair in cool shades of rose and violet, grandmothers, spinsters, bankers, tourists, dreamers, and thieves&#8230; All are loved by at least someone, and some are [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=263&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Firewood.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/02/24/firewood/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 16:35:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[24 February 2011, Podere Conti, Lunigiana, Italy Relentless discomfort shared my bed last night, for today interwoven with my intended carefree spirit is the sort of worry and anxiety I know too well from prolonged exposure to an ordinary life, the one wrought with seeking and chasing a state of being that truly does not [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=242&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Archetype.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/02/18/archetype/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2011 22:10:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[18 February 2011, Pontremoli, Italy The pediatrician’s office was fascinatingly archaic.  No front desk.  Nor computer.  Not even a clipboard with a sign-in sheet.  No scary pamphlets or drug advertisements, but handwritten announcements in colored pen adorned the walls.  A few mothers sat with children in modern chairs along a corridor for about ten minutes [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=235&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Twilight.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/02/16/twilight/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2011 22:33:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wednesday, 16 February 2011, Lunigiana, Italy There is a sweet, gentle, short-sleeved linen smell to well-groomed elderly European men, particularly in a village where age is honorably earned, and in no way a social affliction punishable by isolation.  So much of Italian culture is its seniors, the storytellers that keep Italy alive with folklore and a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=230&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Indelible.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2011 22:47:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[09 February 2011, Podere Conti, Lunigiana, Italy Magic sparks of humanity on every stoop.  The flamenco on a third-floor terrace or a waltz in the olive grove are the colors of laundry in daily life.  It is everywhere.  Every day.  Daily life, that is.  And the faces living it.  And the measures they take to secure it [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=219&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Instinct.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/02/07/instinct/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2011 12:13:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Saturday, 05 February 2011, Macerie di Filatteria/Pontremoli, Italy Nothing ushers out a winter cold like the first day of Spring.  Little Tibo had it in his step as well, and we bundled up at the first sign of golden sun to help Papa prune the trees.  Of course, “pruning” is a relative term.   A proud man [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=206&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fascism.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 12:32:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[02 February 2011, Podere Conti, Lunigiana, Italia In Italy, food is the nucleus of all things good.  In fact, I can’t cite a situation in the world where food isn’t,  than a land of famine, or maybe a clinical rehab for eating disorders.  Even there, however, the focus is food and how to maintain the integrity of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=185&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sottoterra.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2011 20:53:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[31 January 2011, Giorno di San Geminiano,  Pontremoli, Italy Monday felt like Sunday.  Of course, three-day weekends are always disorienting, a disruption in the rhythm of the daily grind we have grown accustomed to.  Patterns are the most addictive of habitual practices and an extra day of weekend has illuminated the topic.  In just under three [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=177&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Swirling.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/01/30/swirling/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 10:20:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Saturday 29 September  2011 Podere Conti, Pontremoli/Dobbiana/Lunigiana&#8230;Italy Saturday night and wind is picking up again as it did last week, only this time the gusts are benign.  The monks left this morning in two shifts, one at five and the other just before noon.  On this silent evening I can hear their chants in the breeze, the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=165&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Assimilation.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/01/26/assimilation/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Jan 2011 17:17:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[26 January 2011, Podere Conti, Dobbiano/Macerie/Pontremoli&#8230;Italy The Universe is sly. The monks’ arrival has brought in a fresh bellow of fire to peaceful Podere Conti, an awakening flame to usher out past lives and lingering karma, to sanctify the farm.  Three women and a man from all parts of the world, robed in shades of reds and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=151&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Consecration.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/01/25/consecration/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 14:26:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[25 January 2011, Podere Conti, Dobbiana/Pontremoli/Lunigiana/Toscana&#8230;Italy The bells were chiming an actual song yesterday.   It was Sunday again.  Leftover breeze carried the gentle murmur of a minister right to my door.  I stepped outside to have a better listen and placed my mug on the antique table outside my door.  The chic weather beaten tabletop was stamped [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=142&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Post-War.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/01/22/post-war/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 15:06:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Saturday, 22 January 2011, Podere Conti, Lunigiana/Pontremoli/Filattiera, Italy It is a post-war morning.  The destruction from last night’s violent wind is more than just a mess, lain against a backdrop so rich in experience.  Memories of war must have seeped up through the soil, for suspended in the air is a blanket of sadness, gusts of wind as [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=136&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Color.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/01/22/color/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 00:39:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Friday, 21 January 2011, Podere Conti, Lunigiana/Pontremoli, Italy Time has a way of smudging your memory, just enough to acclimate you to things quickly.  The once-eccentricities-but-newly-the-norm details fade in color slightly.  Perhaps this is part and parcel of moving more deeply into the mantle of a given set of coordinates.  In any case, going into any and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=127&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Infancy.</title>
		<link>http://laurenberley.com/2011/01/20/infancy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2011 23:19:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lauren Berley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[20 January 2011, Podere Conti, Lunigiana/Pontremoli, Italy The morning’s weather breathed fury into my nostrils, for snow in the air passes its warning through suddenly-raw tunnels, even in Tuscany.  It’s never the snow that has you shivering, but rather the blustery chill that comes early to prepare for the approaching clouds.  The balcony was no place [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=laurenberley.com&amp;blog=18127658&amp;post=121&amp;subd=laurenberley&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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