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		<title>Fear Is</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 02:41:34 +0000</pubDate>
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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>The Break-up</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 18:37:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Written for 3 Word Wednesday Celia took a sip of wine and stepped back to admire her handiwork. &#8220;Perfect!  Look how your eyes follow the natural direction of color on the wall.  Maybe one last piece&#8230;&#8221; Tom stared, eyes glazed over. She held her fingers up in a square, squinting a little to get just [...]]]></description>
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		<title>99%</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[ejected from polite society presumed impropriety how was I to know and now there&#8217;s nothing left to show but oily shadows inching away from salvation coating grace with heart debris keeping joy at bay keeping me down keeping me sleeping under cardboard under fire escapes that go nowhere nothing but dead air and the rat-a-tat [...]]]></description>
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		<title>White and Gold</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[there was a girl she held the light inside her the darkness tried to cover it the sadness tried to put it out she held and stuck and waited she held the light waited for the dark to erode away to dawn from broken heart it shone and spread to all who observed tenuous connections [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Knives of Silver 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Mar 2011 05:18:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Three Word Wednesday prompts: mention, affinity, fidget a little back story&#8230; &#8220;Grandma, why are we here?&#8221; &#8220;Hush child.  Wait and watch.&#8221; Libbie fidgeted.  She was cold and sleepy.  Her coat was scratchy and she wanted to be home in her pajamas and bunny slippers  If mama was home she would make her some hot chocolate.  [...]]]></description>
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