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	<title>Comments on: Truckloads</title>
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		<title>By: Kristine Kenyon</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kristine Kenyon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2010 18:37:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There is nothing like being bathed in the wind and the stars. A wistful, beautiful and melancholy write David, your words even &quot;moved&quot; me. 

Wonderful!
Kristine Kenyon</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is nothing like being bathed in the wind and the stars. A wistful, beautiful and melancholy write David, your words even &#8220;moved&#8221; me. </p>
<p>Wonderful!<br />
Kristine Kenyon</p>
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		<title>By: David</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 19:48:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>About this poem: 
This is an excerpt from First Stirrings, and was written during a move. I love moving. Packing up everything, shedding artifacts from your life no longer needed, and rediscovering portions of your self that were temporarily forgotten, and for one night, amidst the boxes, you are alone in the world, only with yourself and those who are most important to you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>About this poem:<br />
This is an excerpt from First Stirrings, and was written during a move. I love moving. Packing up everything, shedding artifacts from your life no longer needed, and rediscovering portions of your self that were temporarily forgotten, and for one night, amidst the boxes, you are alone in the world, only with yourself and those who are most important to you.</p>
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