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	<title>Comments on: WriteSpa #22 &#8211; Writing Prompts</title>
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		<title>By: winslow eliot</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 01:13:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, these are quite the happinesses! So glad you shared these!</description>
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		<title>By: suzi banks baum</title>
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		<dc:creator>suzi banks baum</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 01:54:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Winslow,

Here are my happinesses.
I love this practice!
Love, S


1. The mound of food placed accurately on a fork by a hungry teenager.
2. Snow dervishes dancing across the road before me
3. The gravelly tone of mucus in the music teacher&#039;s voice and her natural way of organizing her voice around it
4. The short torn nails of my friend Lisa in art class, confidently smoothing down the collage she shares with me
5. The Moon rising silvery yellow, large, heavy fruit and it&#039;s changing shape as it trims itself for the night time sail over the mountain.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Winslow,</p>
<p>Here are my happinesses.<br />
I love this practice!<br />
Love, S</p>
<p>1. The mound of food placed accurately on a fork by a hungry teenager.<br />
2. Snow dervishes dancing across the road before me<br />
3. The gravelly tone of mucus in the music teacher&#8217;s voice and her natural way of organizing her voice around it<br />
4. The short torn nails of my friend Lisa in art class, confidently smoothing down the collage she shares with me<br />
5. The Moon rising silvery yellow, large, heavy fruit and it&#8217;s changing shape as it trims itself for the night time sail over the mountain.</p>
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