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		<description>This is a page for new beginnings, a page where nusitatu might very well shed his skin and grow some feathers or some other equally exotic garment and become a whole new gipsy...er...person. 

This is an experiment of language and discovery, an attempt to lift the thick rock on which I&#039;m rolling and peak underneath. To stare at people and places with a yawn and say well, this reminds me of that time when...

It&#039;s also o place I can share with Penelope, the darker, better side of nusitatu, the great Dreamer...Beneath the city the wheels ever turn but the song they sing is new and frighteningly unfamiliar. I shall endeavour to translate the echoes through my skull and find the meaning of the world outside my world.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a page for new beginnings, a page where nusitatu might very well shed his skin and grow some feathers or some other equally exotic garment and become a whole new gipsy&#8230;er&#8230;person. </p>
<p>This is an experiment of language and discovery, an attempt to lift the thick rock on which I&#8217;m rolling and peak underneath. To stare at people and places with a yawn and say well, this reminds me of that time when&#8230;</p>
<p>It&#8217;s also o place I can share with Penelope, the darker, better side of nusitatu, the great Dreamer&#8230;Beneath the city the wheels ever turn but the song they sing is new and frighteningly unfamiliar. I shall endeavour to translate the echoes through my skull and find the meaning of the world outside my world.</p>
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