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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I beleive in the power of words. With words you can save people, and with words you can kill people. Words are the best and the worst weapons of human beings.&#8221;
 - Paul Rusesabagina, the inspiration behind the film &#8220;Hotel Rwanda&#8221;, explaining his ability to repeatedly convince oppressors not to kill him or the more [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Let&#8217;s dare to be ourselves, for we do that better than anyone else can.
- Shirley Briggs
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		<title>inky haiku</title>
		<description><![CDATA[indigo liquid
aimed at a page through a point
traces on fingers
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		<description><![CDATA[When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
-Khalil Gibran
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		<title>Crystalized</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You say I don&#8217;t talk, don&#8217;t share,
feelings frozen over, in hibernation,
hermetic as the laden ice-covered branches
cutting you off from the core of who I am.
But the cold and slippery truth is
if I melt these icicles and
stand before you, naked and trembling,
I no longer could pretend to be your ideal,
conform to your projection of perfection,
and your [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn&#8217;t make it a leg.
-Abraham Lincoln
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		<link>http://colorful-prose.com/345/</link>
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		<title>Wordless Wednesday</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Drawing on my fine command of language, I said nothing.
-Robert Benchley
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		<description><![CDATA[



 Rorschach in the sky
silver patterns&#8212;just look up
for inspiration
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		<title>Flocking</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As I was driving home,  a flock of blackbirds fell out of the sky. It was a diving swarm, a single ball of coordinated black spots bouncing against the gray clouds. They didn&#8217;t need to speak to know in which direction to go; they didn&#8217;t bump into each other even at their frenzied speed. [...]]]></description>
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