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    <title>Tugat haNefesh</title>
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    <author>J. Timothy King</author>
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    <description><![CDATA[<p><small>This way-more-abstractly-metaphorical-than-I-usually-write story was inspired by one of the exercises in <a href="http://hollylisle.com/">Holly Lisle&rsquo;s</a> &ldquo;How to Beat Writer&rsquo;s Block.&rdquo; She calls him her &ldquo;muse&rdquo;; I call her my very life-breath.</small></p>
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<p style="text-indent: -2em; margin-left: 7em"><em>My soul is weary with sorrow;<br />strengthen me according to your word.</em> (Psalm 119:28)</p>
<p>Flashlight in hand, I progress slowly down each step, toward the dungeon in which I keep my soul. Repeating drops of condensation drip, drip, drip and echo off the cold, dead walls. The scent of urine and defecation permeates the air, and intermingles with a poison must.</p>
<p>I loathe this place, which reeks of hell and depression.</p>
<p>I approach the cage. My keys rattle against the thick, steel slats, as I wrestle with the heavy padlock.</p>]]></description>
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