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	<description>I write because these voices demand release.</description>
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		<title>Dearest Fiona</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 18:37:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My dearest Fiona &#8230; Amazing how the years pass us by. It seems like barely a week ago, you were running around the house butt-naked, food and spit dripping messily from your mouth&#8230; the happiest little girl in the world. I know, I know, you hate it when I talk like this. When I remind [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A life lived backwards</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the stillborn darkness, pursued relentlessly. By quiet memories. Fiercely poignant, echoing through halcyon days past. Surreal landscapes towering with sculptures of lives and loves barely recognizable. Questions searing the chaos of a disturbed mind, adding a violent turbulence that doesn&#8217;t ebb. Or flow. People and places and times elastic. Smiles and laughs that stretch [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fragment. Chapter 1: &#8220;Old places and Old friends&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2011 13:06:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is the second part of a series. It starts here. &#8212;&#8212;- Jan 16th 2000, 2:30pm The heat was unbearable, and the still dry air did nothing to cool things down. When the air moved, it did so in violent, dusty and hot dust-storms that stung the eyes and parched the throat. It was the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Inferno, Chapter 1: &#8220;The Scent of Fear&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2010 08:43:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Come.&#8221; He pushed past the nervous little man with the owlish glasses who immediately cringed, staring at the floor. He reached for the door knob to the inner office and turned around, smiling. The receptionist, whose name he had never really bothered to find out, was staring at him, beady little eyes blazing with anger. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fragment, Prologue – &#8220;A Lifetime Ago&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 10:03:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jeremiah Kenzi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh shit! The branch gave way beneath me&#8230; my eyes widened first in shock then fear and then damning resignation before my feet fell out and I plummeted towards the ground. Clawing and grasping for anything that would stop my fall, I hurtled downwards. Jagged branches raked my face, tearing through my skin. I felt [...]]]></description>
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