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		<title>Comment on Poetry Topics - Clock Tipping by shashi dhar</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2008/10/05/poetry-topics-clock-tipping/#comment-131</link>
		<dc:creator>shashi dhar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:48:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>TIME,CLOAKS
The old, tired clock ticks on and tries, in vain, to splinter the present with its two arms. Why do dead clocks fascinate me? I think they are stuck in stark truth, more than any thing else and they seem to read your mind and remain in rapport with you. They make you piece together bits of your traumatized being and make you at peace with existence; its conceptual design seeping in to your micro consciousness, stilling everything that disturbs the identity, with the motionless truth .The ever fluttering mind is shocked and stilled for an abrupt [moment?], before relapsing to its tremulous nature .The idea of time, cloaks the truth, more than any thing else, commemorating illusion.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>TIME,CLOAKS<br />
The old, tired clock ticks on and tries, in vain, to splinter the present with its two arms. Why do dead clocks fascinate me? I think they are stuck in stark truth, more than any thing else and they seem to read your mind and remain in rapport with you. They make you piece together bits of your traumatized being and make you at peace with existence; its conceptual design seeping in to your micro consciousness, stilling everything that disturbs the identity, with the motionless truth .The ever fluttering mind is shocked and stilled for an abrupt [moment?], before relapsing to its tremulous nature .The idea of time, cloaks the truth, more than any thing else, commemorating illusion.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Short Story Topics - Imagination Alive in the Big City by Haley Alexus Wicks</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2008/09/28/short-story-topics-imagination-alive-in-the-big-city/#comment-130</link>
		<dc:creator>Haley Alexus Wicks</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Oct 2008 21:46:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey!I love you guys!You guys have inspired me so mcuh.I am only 10 years old but ever since I have been reading your topics my stories are easier to write and you guys are just so awsome.

Thanks You So Much,
Love,
Haley Alexus Wicks</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey!I love you guys!You guys have inspired me so mcuh.I am only 10 years old but ever since I have been reading your topics my stories are easier to write and you guys are just so awsome.</p>
<p>Thanks You So Much,<br />
Love,<br />
Haley Alexus Wicks</p>
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		<title>Comment on Poetry Topics - Leaves a Fallin&#8217; by Kelly Athena</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2008/09/07/poetry-topics-leaves-a-fallin/#comment-120</link>
		<dc:creator>Kelly Athena</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 17:18:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The Shape of a Tree

Your branches reflect
in the morning light
onto my shiny table
through the window
upside down, bright
stark geometry
of January

You have lost
the weight of summer leaves
You are so skinny,
I can see your bones—
sharp, white,
outlined by blue sky

You’ll be fat again
in June
full and curvy
and you’ll give me shade
You’re beautiful to me
either way
 --Kelly Athena</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Shape of a Tree</p>
<p>Your branches reflect<br />
in the morning light<br />
onto my shiny table<br />
through the window<br />
upside down, bright<br />
stark geometry<br />
of January</p>
<p>You have lost<br />
the weight of summer leaves<br />
You are so skinny,<br />
I can see your bones—<br />
sharp, white,<br />
outlined by blue sky</p>
<p>You’ll be fat again<br />
in June<br />
full and curvy<br />
and you’ll give me shade<br />
You’re beautiful to me<br />
either way<br />
 &#8211;Kelly Athena</p>
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		<title>Comment on Quote - Books &#038; Reading by Mark David Gerson</title>
		<link>http://www.storyinstitute.com/2008/09/05/quote-books-reading/#comment-22</link>
		<dc:creator>Mark David Gerson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 14:47:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Here's another...

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."
~ Maya Angelou</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Here&#8217;s another&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.&#8221;<br />
~ Maya Angelou</p>
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