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  <body>&lt;p&gt;Cities kill religion, or at&lt;br /&gt;
least spirituality.  I think it&amp;#8217;s&lt;br /&gt;
the dirty waste smoke&amp;#8212;not&lt;br /&gt;
the clean smoke of burning maple.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It gathers on the life of the&lt;br /&gt;
air,&lt;br /&gt;
turns it brownish gray and&lt;br /&gt;
makes it heavy enough to sink&lt;br /&gt;
and accumulate like a glaze&lt;br /&gt;
on the street.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Even one so atheistic as&lt;br /&gt;
I can have a hard time&lt;br /&gt;
in the morning, walking&lt;br /&gt;
outside in the early light&lt;br /&gt;
and seeing an apple&lt;br /&gt;
fall&lt;br /&gt;
from the tree, thinking&lt;br /&gt;
about how it grew,&lt;br /&gt;
what it took and why&lt;br /&gt;
just before ducking&lt;br /&gt;
in the wood shed for&lt;br /&gt;
kindling.&lt;/p&gt;</body>
  <created-at type="datetime">2009-08-15T07:59:37-07:00</created-at>
  <id type="integer">170</id>
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  <title>Apples</title>
  <updated-at type="datetime">2010-03-10T23:20:34-08:00</updated-at>
  <user-id type="integer">1</user-id>
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