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	<title>Comments on: Piece #1 from book I&#8217;m writing</title>
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	<description>ramblings of a california nazarene girl</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 20:57:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Calinazaret &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Peice #3</title>
		<link>http://calinazaret.net/tidbit-1-from-book-im-writing#comment-127</link>
		<dc:creator>Calinazaret &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Peice #3</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 09:40:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] piece #1 Even from a distance I could see the pain on his face, and it struck me like a molten sword. I nearly lost my balance. After a few moments, he caught me peering at him and began walking over. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] piece #1 Even from a distance I could see the pain on his face, and it struck me like a molten sword. I nearly lost my balance. After a few moments, he caught me peering at him and began walking over. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Calinazaret &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Piece #2 of book</title>
		<link>http://calinazaret.net/tidbit-1-from-book-im-writing#comment-94</link>
		<dc:creator>Calinazaret &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Piece #2 of book</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 09:29:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] piece #1 I remember having walked through this cemetery everyday on my way to school. Classmates would raise their eyebrows at me, but I always found it a nice, peaceful walk. I liked the little patches of clover here and there, and the way the flat leaves all pointed at the sun with the same angle giving them a terraced look. I even found a four leafed clover once or twice among the gravestones. In the early morning a heavy fog moseyed through the trees surrounding the cemetery which lent them an enticing mysticism. It was peaceful and lovely because this cemetery had always just been a place like any other; it was like the beach, coffee shop or park, a place where people went sometimes. Not until right then, as I stood over my mother&#8217;s brand new final resting place, did it occur to me it was a place completely unlike any other. Exceptional in its oddness, this place was as beautiful as it was full of sadness, loneliness and decay. It was also then when I noticed how the poison oak, just turning crimson for the long autumn ahead, surrounded the grassy hill and looked suspiciously like a ring of fire. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] piece #1 I remember having walked through this cemetery everyday on my way to school. Classmates would raise their eyebrows at me, but I always found it a nice, peaceful walk. I liked the little patches of clover here and there, and the way the flat leaves all pointed at the sun with the same angle giving them a terraced look. I even found a four leafed clover once or twice among the gravestones. In the early morning a heavy fog moseyed through the trees surrounding the cemetery which lent them an enticing mysticism. It was peaceful and lovely because this cemetery had always just been a place like any other; it was like the beach, coffee shop or park, a place where people went sometimes. Not until right then, as I stood over my mother&#8217;s brand new final resting place, did it occur to me it was a place completely unlike any other. Exceptional in its oddness, this place was as beautiful as it was full of sadness, loneliness and decay. It was also then when I noticed how the poison oak, just turning crimson for the long autumn ahead, surrounded the grassy hill and looked suspiciously like a ring of fire. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Paul McIntosh - pmctosh</title>
		<link>http://calinazaret.net/tidbit-1-from-book-im-writing#comment-73</link>
		<dc:creator>Paul McIntosh - pmctosh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 21:48:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well, all I can say is I really want  to read the rest now. Nicely done.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, all I can say is I really want  to read the rest now. Nicely done.</p>
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		<title>By: EVILmonkey aka FatallyHip</title>
		<link>http://calinazaret.net/tidbit-1-from-book-im-writing#comment-70</link>
		<dc:creator>EVILmonkey aka FatallyHip</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 15:36:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Moar!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Moar!!!</p>
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		<title>By: Mortalwind</title>
		<link>http://calinazaret.net/tidbit-1-from-book-im-writing#comment-65</link>
		<dc:creator>Mortalwind</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 09:38:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I agree with Fowler, very good style, very personal subject very moving piece, left me wanting to read more.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I agree with Fowler, very good style, very personal subject very moving piece, left me wanting to read more.</p>
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		<title>By: SilentJay74</title>
		<link>http://calinazaret.net/tidbit-1-from-book-im-writing#comment-64</link>
		<dc:creator>SilentJay74</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dude, Julie, that was really, really, good.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dude, Julie, that was really, really, good.</p>
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