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	<title>Fiction - The Depp Effect</title>
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		<title>Scary</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 08:03:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay</dc:creator>
		
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Megan Rodwell paused in the act of checking the appointment diary and froze.
‘Who is that?’ she hissed to her receptionist.
Bronwen’s eyes flicked once towards the man and then to her employer’s face. ‘That’s your four o’clock appointment,’ she said softly.  ‘Last one of the day - Mr John Scott.’  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Celebrate</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 01:23:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay</dc:creator>
		
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He stood in the shadow of an ancient brick wall, right in the centre of the old city where the tourists marched past in cheerful groups of twos, threes and more, and the students strolled more leisurely, discussing philosophy and pizza.  Not one of them seemed to hear his morose [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Thoughts on ageing</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 22:16:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay</dc:creator>
		
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Everyone knew Mrs Bennett .. and yet no-one seemed to know her at all.
The children knew her as the bent old lady who looked like a witch, with her long nose, her wrinkles and her damp, pink eyes.  Those straight-backed, smooth skinned, bright-eyed youngsters never gave a thought to how [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I come from &#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 01:09:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay</dc:creator>
		
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I surreptitiously looked at my watch and sighed.  My date was boring me, and I wondered how long it would be before I could decently leave without seeming rude.  
I would see him again at the next meeting of the Genealogy Society so it would be awkward if we [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Burden, natural, ubiquitous</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 19:55:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[A contribution for Three Word Wednesday.
Burdens come in many different forms
Sometimes they seem ubiquitous
It&#8217;s natural to want to avoid them - but do we really want to?
The kitchen sink was clogged again.  Helen pulled on a pair of Marigolds and pushed up her sleeves.  It was nice to have some help with clearing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dear Past Me, Dear Future Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 00:30:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay</dc:creator>
		
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Dear Past Me.
Now listen up, Past Me, because I have some valuable advice for you which will change your whole future.  You really don&#8217;t want to end up homeless at fifty-six years old, and with a whole truckload of money stashed away that you can&#8217;t touch, do you?  But [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Portrait of Words - March</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:10:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[A contribution for Portrait of Words
He walked through the village one afternoon as the school was coming out, and I noticed him right away.  Oh, it wasn’t just the way he was dressed, although that was unconventional, to say the least.  It was raining hard, and only about fifteen degrees above freezing, and yet he [...]]]></description>
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