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		<title>The Possibility Jar</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Possibility Jar Jessica Augustsson The big quart jar of glass marbles had stood collecting dust atop Grandma’s kitchen cupboards for as long as I could remember, and was as much a part of that room as the ancient enamel sink. It had been in our family for generations. I’d glimpsed it in old family [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Erin&#8217;s Necklace</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[ERIN’S NECKLACE By Harriet Darling   Gazing across the still, blue pond toward the bright green leaves of the woods, Erin Hopkins gradually felt herself relaxing. The leaden feeling in her chest slowly eased. As she watched, sunlight glinted off the fluorescent body of a dragonfly dive-bombing the water, and a pale yellow butterfly lit [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Power Of Music</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Power Of Music By Harriet N. Darling   I reached for Mom’s hand as we entered the empty, echoing house where I used to live with both my parents. Now that Daddy was gone, the large house seemed abandoned and haunted, not like the warm, comfortable place it had been just a week ago. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>True-Love Knot</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 19:43:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[True-Love Knot By Elizabeth Creith   Nearly every young man in Bear Hollow courted Grace Whitacker, with her corn-yellow hair and blue eyes. When she married Jimmy Jackson in June of 1941 and went to live in Croker Gap, most of the single girls wished her well and were glad she was gone. But nobody [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Light</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Light By Autumn Humphrey   I awoke shivering, surrounded by a bitter cold, with no memory of where I had been before.  I could not see in a normal way, but sensed my surroundings.  There were mounds of snow on the ground and row upon row of evergreen trees.  A man in a flannel shirt [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Bodyguard</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 13:54:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Bodyguard By Noeleen Kavanagh   It is a warm and sunny day. The new apple trees are to our backs. They have pink and white blossoms. When I was small I wanted to pick the blossoms but that’s not allowed because blossoms turn into apples eventually. Seog is with me. From waking to sleeping, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE GLOBE</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 13:51:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Globe  By Sandi Reed-Chan   The scene was idyllic, a world blanketed in white with dozens of children busy sledding down every available hill. Marcus Morgan was mesmerized; the scene was almost identical to that of the snow globe, which his grandfather had given him when he was nine.  Marcus shook his head at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>CAPTAIN BOGEY OF CANINE COMMAND</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 09:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[CAPTAIN BOGEY OF CANINE COMMAND THE BALL OF YARN INCIDENT By Rory Steves   &#8220;According to reports from our INTEL department, the Feline Federation have been developing an additional new weapons system.&#8221; Admiral Fido paused to scratch behind his ear. Lieutenant Bogey wondered at that; there couldn&#8217;t possibly be any fleas aboard Station Frisbee. Bogey [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Hunt</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 08:34:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Hunt By Julius Vagdal &#160; &#160; I watch the bead of sweat as it rolls down the face of the lean merchant sitting across the table. It tracks its way over the edge of his jaw, and down his neck only to disappear under the collar of his stained tunic. I&#8217;m only half listening [...]]]></description>
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		<title>If the Shoe Fits</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 09:21:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If the Shoe Fits By John C. Tremblay   Crystal Meadows was frills deep in a bog of hungry mud. Had she willingly departed from Oldport to ride with the Lord whose disposition was as sour as his stench, she would&#8217;ve swallowed her pride and sent for help. But since she&#8217;d been kidnapped, all she [...]]]></description>
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