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		<title>SLUniverse Forums - Blogs - Brenda Archer</title>
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			<title>My other blog</title>
			<link>http://www.sluniverse.com/php/vb/blogs/brenda+archer/740-my-other-blog.html</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 01:52:19 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>It is new and relatively content free, lol.  I do include a link to my unrevised oldest personal site. 
 
Blog o’ Brenda...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>It is new and relatively content free, lol.  I do include a link to my unrevised oldest personal site.<br />
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<a href="http://freedomandfire.com/blog/" target="_blank">Blog o’ Brenda</a><br />
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With my two blogs pointing at each other you can achieve a wonderful sense of meaningless circularity.  Just click between them.<br />
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:)<br />
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I'm doing this so I can get out of the naive zone regarding WordPress.  It's a fascinating toy.</div>

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			<dc:creator>Brenda Archer</dc:creator>
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			<title>Knives</title>
			<link>http://www.sluniverse.com/php/vb/blogs/brenda+archer/702-knives.html</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 06:36:29 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>A ring of knives spins around a single red light.   
 
Can you reach past the knives to press the glowing red button? 
 
A ring of wild roses circles...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>A ring of knives spins around a single red light.  <br />
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Can you reach past the knives to press the glowing red button?<br />
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A ring of wild roses circles a single bumblebee on a tea rose, drooping wilted petals.<br />
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Will you brush away the bee to pick it up?<br />
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A circle of fires surrounds a door, blocked forever until a hero will leap the flames and throw it open.<br />
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Are we the heroes?<br />
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***<br />
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Eight by three, three by eight are the courses of human knowledge from birth to death.<br />
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Count them.  Don't get trapped on your favorite level forever, keep moving.<br />
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***<br />
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Patience time.  A time to reap, a time to sow.<br />
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A time to heal.<br />
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A time to wait for the gate to open.</div>

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			<dc:creator>Brenda Archer</dc:creator>
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			<title>Pain and the end of pain</title>
			<link>http://www.sluniverse.com/php/vb/blogs/brenda+archer/527-pain-end-pain.html</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 08:12:20 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Today I went into a phase of physical pain 
 
And seem to have broken through a wall of psychic pain 
 
Ow, I am breaking my bones on the bricks of...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Today I went into a phase of physical pain<br />
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And seem to have broken through a wall of psychic pain<br />
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Ow, I am breaking my bones on the bricks of the wall as they tumble ahead of me<br />
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A single pain like a sharp glowing light</div>

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			<dc:creator>Brenda Archer</dc:creator>
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			<title><![CDATA[It's late]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 10:47:00 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[and I'm awake  
 
all the melted snow sits in gelatin repose around my house, in the dark soil, under wet leaves 
 
music cranked up high in my...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>and I'm awake <br />
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all the melted snow sits in gelatin repose around my house, in the dark soil, under wet leaves<br />
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music cranked up high in my earphones - very fast beat - fire - light - heat - faster! memories of dancing<br />
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I'm driving under the noon sun across the desert on a freeway all to myself with the windows down, I can't touch anything that is metal or it will burn.  Floor it.<br />
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Does anyone really love anyone?  <br />
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Someone loves me.  But doesn't admit it. <br />
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Eventually the coffee and the sangria will wear off, and I will sleep.</div>

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