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		<title>Opus Recovery</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It’s been really hard to come back to post after the hair experience.  Of my nine posts, it might as well have been my blog opus; after I wrote it, I was left in a heap on the floor, clinging to my hairbrush.  That and the fact that the days following were a blur of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.alyssalaurel.com/blog/?p=183</link>
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		<title>Exhibit A</title>
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		<link>http://www.alyssalaurel.com/blog/?p=171</link>
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		<title>The Hair Experience</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It wasn’t until dinner last night that I realized I had a hair experience.  One of the many thrills of living in a new place is finding your very own hairdresser.  For me, there are generally a lot of tears involved in my process.  You could say I am special about my hair.  It’s just [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.alyssalaurel.com/blog/?p=131</link>
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		<title>I Asked Her Out</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Today is dedicated to my friend G who inspired so much love and joy in the world around her and who could always make you laugh. Become aware and share her story* It’s been awhile since I’ve had to make a new friend.  The first nineteen years of my life were a piece of cake.  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.alyssalaurel.com/blog/?p=101</link>
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		<title>Black Furry Towers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I recently had the pleasure of opening a bottle of tomato sauce that had gone bad.  I had been trying to convince my Mom that tomato sauce didn’t ever go bad.  Back at home I usually stick an opened jar next to the salsa and olives in the back of the refrigerator and let the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.alyssalaurel.com/blog/?p=86</link>
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		<title>Bye, Bye Young Pretties</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I told an old lady she was pushy yesterday.  Normally I would just push back (lightly).  Anyone who has tried to get on a ski lift in the Alps would agree that you won’t get one run in if you attempt any kind of order or etiquette.  You have to be aggressive and pushy.  There [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.alyssalaurel.com/blog/?p=77</link>
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		<title>Donkey Stamped</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the words of Paul Krugman, “If the election of our first African-American president didn’t stir you, if it didn’t leave you teary-eyed and proud of your country, there’s something wrong with you.” In Italian time it’s November 4th, so bear with me.  Actually, if you look at the second hand on your watch while [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.alyssalaurel.com/blog/?p=56</link>
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		<title>Clowns and Muggers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Everyone is happy in Rome. My Mom pointed out to me how nice it was to be among such happiness all the time. Everyone is delighted to be on their Roman ruin scavenger hunt, negotiating with gypsy cabs and street vendors. No one is thinking about the next calorie when they eat gelato after gelato [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.alyssalaurel.com/blog/?p=23</link>
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		<title>Living in My Map</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Rome has a Great Wall kind of awe and curiosity to it.  I just don’t get how they did it; I can’t even begin to comprehend it.  It is so immense, so huge…just very diligent work. Rome is amazing.  You have to see it to believe it because it is totally unreal.  You can imagine [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.alyssalaurel.com/blog/?p=15</link>
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		<title>Smell Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[His leg was crossed in a way that made his dirty little sock stare relentlessly at me and declare, “smell me.”  As my Mom and I made our way to Roma on the Regionale train I was wishing I had my Italian phrasebook that had a whole section on insults.  I had originally thought, why [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.alyssalaurel.com/blog/?p=8</link>
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