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      <image:title>Home - From “Less of Me”</image:title>
      <image:caption>Scales Space Shadows Sizes Smiles Simple, easy ways to see whether there is enough less of me More is bad More is too much In every way, in everything else More is better, it seems but not in me The only measure of true success since another person saw fit to assess has been for me to be definably, absolutely, less</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Home - Excerpt from Susie Chandler Went Missing:</image:title>
      <image:caption>It’s possible Lisa’s become too judgmental to be useful anymore, but she’s not sure. The young women who come to see her for these meetings have no idea how many reasons people will find to discount them, to dismiss them, to not hire them. They don’t know that they simply can’t afford the tentativeness, the weak handshake, the questioning tone, and the everlasting apologies. The world will be only too happy to write them off; they must not provide the reasons themselves.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Home - From “Grumpy Women” I have been reflecting on the power of grumpy women Grumpy women think They feel But you don’t get to know what They manage They deal They deliver They don’t smile Much But when they do It’s like the clouds parting And a beautiful sun shining through Because They only smile When they feel like it And that makes all the difference</image:title>
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      <image:title>Home - From “A Mother’s Wish”</image:title>
      <image:caption>To complete a thought To have one thought string from end to end Beautiful in my mind Unbroken Unbothered Un-hijacked Undeterred Brought home to rest Concluded Completed Would be a beautiful relief.</image:caption>
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