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			<title>A Child is Lost</title>
			<description>A Child is Lost&amp;nbsp;It's been 40 years since the call came in...A child is lost they said.I could not search for I had my own one sweet,but he went to join instead. I ached to help, then a vision came...the little shoes by weathered boards on the path beside the lake.A sign, I thought...he will be ..</description>
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			<title>The List</title>
			<description>I've tried to write a Bucket List...( They say I really should.)but try as hard as I can try...( I'd write it if I could.)instead I'll write a List of Life,including all the things,that I have done across the yearsand given me my wings...To go to where the normal folksrarely seem t..</description>
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			<title>One in a Billion</title>
			<description>Research says that eye color in adults changes in only one of every billion people.
Interesting? It did happen to me in my 30s!</description>
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			<title>Only the Blackbird Knows</title>
			<description>A flash of black which caught my eye,unaware that I was not alone.A single feather at my feet,inviting me to put it in my pocketso I could fly high above the tree tops.&amp;nbsp;He stood silently at my window,eyes the color of lemons,staring me down, inscrutable and proud.This spectre ..</description>
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			<title>Astral Projection</title>
			<description>Last night I dreamt of flying&amp;nbsp; with tumultuous winds scattering dust about my head&amp;nbsp; and long shadows casting umbrage against the walls.Released by wings of pleasure from the earthly prisonof heartstrings and heartbreak,I laughed at the silver cord that held be tethered to a dream..</description>
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