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		<title>A Baptism</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Over the horizon waits a storm here, a drought there, and time moves. Grasses bend before it, sharp peaks round over. Pearls and diamonds are birthed while I wait in quiet surrounded by motes, light poured over my head like a baptism of star debris. &#160; http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/ prompt: action]]></description>
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		<title>Fairy Dust</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[dark summers night she reaches for light magicked feet hold fast to ground he creeps up behind her wishes to bind her brushing stars from her wings oldest language he sings she is bound one tear tells no love spells earthbound a prison though softened with love keeps fairies from soaring to heaven above]]></description>
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		<title>It Is Well</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[to breath in rivers of stinging cold that tastes of stars and snowflakes whispers of secrets floating down rock-a-bye sorrow tomorrow peace tonight softly curled around the shivery moon it is well tree lights glow through window panes with my soul staring into the dark feet on solid ground sweater tightly wrapped I feel myself [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fear Is</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Three Word Wednesday offering: Immobile, proximity, retribution and Sunday Scribbling: health Fear is a thing that sits in close proximity to heart and lungs. squeezing ventricles with no discernible pattern. An elephant sitting immobile on your chest, retribution  for all those Scarlett O&#8217;Hara think about it tomorrow moments.]]></description>
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		<title>Always Sunset</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 14:09:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[glory shines round here tonight the day is done peace is nigh rose and peach and lavender sky calls all to quiet the stillness moves across the deep I lay me down my soul to keep my soul to keep the day is done eyes close in faith tomorrow comes and sleeping sun again will [...]]]></description>
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