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		<title>By: gee bobg &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Empowered by powerlessness</title>
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		<description>[...] Night came. We lit some candles and carried a flashlight. We hung out under the covers in &#8220;the big bed.&#8221; 7pm came and went with no electricity. We read more books. I recited the plots of some favorite movies. Andrea came home. The kids ate snacks, then fell asleep. We learned that the repair estimate was for 5-7pm the next day, but chose to stay the night anyway. It was warm enough under the covers, and the house &#8212; indeed the whole neighborhood &#8212; was delightfully silent. I snuggled under a fleecy blanket in the living room with volume three of The Baroque Cycle and my LightWedge. [...]</description>
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