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			<title>Chapter 7: Auto de Fe and the Caraval</title>
			<description>Shewas a beautiful ship and Pedro Men&amp;eacute;ndez de Avil&amp;eacute;swas glad to cross the threshold onto her deck.&amp;nbsp;He crossed himself muttering an almost silent prayer of thanks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He knew the dangers of the crossing.&amp;nbsp; It was hard to believe that is was nearly 200years ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six: The Warbler and the Brown Headed Cow Bird</title>
			<description>Time is an endless wind blowing throughall things.&amp;nbsp; 10 millennia before ourlittle girl marked the passage of the whaleback, before our stone had even formed;the glacial ice began to shrink northward. The receding ice clawed deep riftsin the land like a giant cat&amp;rsquo;s claws gougin..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5: Our Girl meets the Boy</title>
			<description>Time is a gifter of inconsistentpresents.&amp;nbsp; Some moments small in quantitybut immeasurable in value, others large and of little purport. She had neitherbothers nor sisters. Thus her friends were the ships which passed and the gullsand stones and the lake itself.&amp;nbsp; Onemight thin..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4: The Shogun and the Master</title>
			<description>The Shogun had sought him out.&amp;nbsp; He had gone to the ten masters and chargedeach with making a better blade for his troops. He was an oddly small man butknown to be exceedingly strong and somewhat cruel.&amp;nbsp; The lands to north he explained wereconstantly invaded.&amp;nbsp; The swords of h..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3  Birth of the Jaguar King</title>
			<description>Conclusion of the Jaguar Boy Story</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2 A Girl and a Lake</title>
			<description>If time were a bank , imagine all thewasted seconds spent on moments of little value.&amp;nbsp;If I could withdraw allmy seconds, both spent and unused, wasted or well worn, I would give them awayto the girl I knew a very long time ago.&amp;nbsp; I know she would, in turn, givethem away as well...</description>
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			<title>Chapter One: A Boy and a Stone</title>
			<description>The Birth of the Jaguar Kings</description>
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			<title>Mostly about a Girl</title>
			<description>What do Samurai Swords, Mayan Kings, Japanese Soldiers, and Kirtland Warblers have in Common? Besides a giant emerald, mostly a girl.</description>
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