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		<title>Self-Storage (Notes from a Train)</title>
		<link>http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2010/07/self-storage-notes-from-a-train/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 12:20:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On the 17:36 to London Paddington. We keep passing those ubiquitous self-storage units. I associate them with trains now. Or perhaps it&#8217;s the other way round &#8211; I associate trains not with rolling countryside but with sprawling industrial amenities. 
How can there possibly be so much stuff in the world that needs storing? Who rents [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fez, 26 June</title>
		<link>http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2010/07/from-my-journal-fez-26th-june/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 14:08:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This time Fez is much less about us and much more about the place itself, the people here. Now I think it extraordinary that we came here when we did &#8211; only six weeks into our relationship, the future (our future, that is, he being English, me being American) only a cloud through which we [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rooftop Scenes 2, Fez</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 13:54:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[25.06.10 Fez, Morocco (Café rooftop, near Bab Boujaloud)
I.
Morning clouds are burning off. Or perhaps they aren&#8217;t, perhaps they&#8217;ll stay all day. But at any rate something&#8217;s burning &#8211; plumes of white smoke coming from a small chimney, a smell which reminds me of London. I have to reach for the memory, but slowly, through the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rooftop Scenes 1, Fez</title>
		<link>http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2010/07/rooftop-scenes-fez/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 13:25:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[24.06.10. Fez, Morocco (Ali &#38; Alice&#8217;s house, rooftop)
I.
True it is not the Africa of my dreams; but then, that place does not exist. It is not elsewhere, it is simply absent.
II.
The pigeons are making their guttural sounds; the wind is both strong and soothing, the sunlight casts a golden spell. Soon the sun will drop [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fés Stories</title>
		<link>http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2010/07/further-notes-from-fes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 23:14:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>a literal girl</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[26.06.10
Ali tells us of the jinns, the spirits. He does not like the dark because it is infused with them (and we arrive again at light and dark). Alice says he tells her not to go into dark alleyways. 
Then she tells us a strange tale of going to see a purging of jinn-infested women. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>From My Journal, 1st July 2010</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 19:13:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>a literal girl</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We have been, we are, travelling. We are in  a state of travel. Dispossessed, half-asleep, gripped by other worlds (Moroccan spiced coffee, of which my bag now smells, and the distant Irish troubles of the 1920s, of which I have been reading), totally and utterly outside the moment and space we&#8217;re actually in. 
We [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fez (excerpt from my notebook)</title>
		<link>http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2010/06/fez-excerpt-from-my-notebook/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 21:30:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I forget how quickly the medina eats away the hours of a day. At first it is morning, and then suddenly we are looking at the sky saying Oh, it&#8217;s eight o&#8217;clock (not that time matters much &#8211; it&#8217;s more that suddenly dinner becomes important, or sleep).
The sun has sunk now. We&#8217;re all on the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Islands &amp; Volcanoes</title>
		<link>http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2010/04/islands-volcanoes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 08:24:40 +0000</pubDate>
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I dream I&#8217;m on the island again. I dream we never left. There&#8217;s Swahili coffee and still heat in the morning; wind and dust and the stickiness of salt in your hair in the afternoon. Over and over again. It was months ago that we left this place but it has wormed its way into [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Good Night for Walking Home</title>
		<link>http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2010/04/a-good-night-for-walking-home/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 22:03:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s a good night for walking home. The night that follows the first really truly warm day of the season: that&#8217;s always a good night for walking home.
In the streets around Summertown, everything is hushed and the lights are out in the houses, or maybe everybody has just drawn their curtains shut, and there are [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pilgrimage to Paris (A Trip Revisited)</title>
		<link>http://www.aliteralgirl.com/2010/04/pilgrimage-to-paris-a-trip-revisited/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 08:48:43 +0000</pubDate>
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Darkness eats away at the lamplight. It&#8217;s the time of morning when everything should be still. St. Pancras glows orange and looks like a gateway to somewhere warmer and brighter.
I love the Eurostar. I love the way it feels to be moving at that speed on a pre-determined route. But I sleep the whole way [...]]]></description>
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