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		<title>Jonesing</title>
		<link>http://heatherhindle.ca/2008/03/26/jonesing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 22:28:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Pictures of Eden</title>
		<link>http://heatherhindle.ca/2008/02/20/pictures-of-eden/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 03:11:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Up this way,&#8221; he panted. &#8220;I can see the opening. We&#8217;re almost there.&#8221; She couldn&#8217;t take another step. Sorrow filled her soul and spilled over her face. He knew that look, saw it before a million years ago. His face softened and he reached for her. &#8220;I know you think you can&#8217;t make it, but [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=heatherhindle.ca&amp;blog=782691&amp;post=297&amp;subd=writesome&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The opener</title>
		<link>http://heatherhindle.ca/2007/09/15/the-opener/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 16:21:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[They played in each other&#8217;s world, searching for warmth. Finally, the mountains gave way and they met in the valley of hope. &#8220;What are you looking for?&#8221; he asked. She paused, looked softly into his eyes, then very quietly responded. &#8220;Humans are sexual creatures. I know this and feel impulses too. What I&#8217;m looking for is someone [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=heatherhindle.ca&amp;blog=782691&amp;post=200&amp;subd=writesome&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Horsing around</title>
		<link>http://heatherhindle.ca/2007/08/17/horsing-around/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 00:20:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Actually I was just thinking,&#8221; she said. &#8220;That can&#8217;t be good,&#8221; he teased back. &#8220;Oh, it&#8217;s very good, just you wait,&#8221; she cooed. His smile was starlight. &#8220;I can&#8217;t wait.&#8221;<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=heatherhindle.ca&amp;blog=782691&amp;post=176&amp;subd=writesome&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>What, if</title>
		<link>http://heatherhindle.ca/2007/07/15/what-if/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 01:11:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Tomorrow&#8217;s</title>
		<link>http://heatherhindle.ca/2007/06/12/tomorrows/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2007 02:25:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I find myself lying in bed at night, just wanting you.&#8221; &#8220;That&#8217;s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.&#8221; &#8220;Really? I have more.&#8221; &#8220;I think I can only handle one a day.&#8221; &#8220;Oh. Do you want a preview of tomorrow&#8217;s?&#8221; &#8220;I&#8217;d rather savour today&#8217;s.&#8221;<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=heatherhindle.ca&amp;blog=782691&amp;post=144&amp;subd=writesome&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Tortured by time</title>
		<link>http://heatherhindle.ca/2007/05/28/tortured-by-time/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 00:45:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;It&#8217;s hard to be patient,&#8221; she whispered. He sighed. &#8220;But it&#8217;s all we&#8217;ve got.&#8221; &#8220;I&#8217;m not sure&#8230;&#8221; she started. He touched her face. &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry, it will happen.&#8221; &#8220;Do you really want it to?&#8221; The tide rose between their eyes. He spoke bravely. &#8220;More than ever.&#8221;<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=heatherhindle.ca&amp;blog=782691&amp;post=136&amp;subd=writesome&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Stars</title>
		<link>http://heatherhindle.ca/2007/04/27/stars/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2007 00:14:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Mommy, I made stars today.&#8221; &#8220;You did! That&#8217;s great. I can&#8217;t wait to see them.&#8221; &#8220;Do you like stars Mommy?&#8221; &#8220;Yes, I do.&#8221; &#8220;Because they are shiny?&#8221; &#8220;Shiny and bright and they twinkle.&#8221; &#8220;Mommy, you&#8217;re my star.&#8221; —does it get better than that?<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=heatherhindle.ca&amp;blog=782691&amp;post=109&amp;subd=writesome&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sensing</title>
		<link>http://heatherhindle.ca/2007/04/21/sensing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 04:27:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;What is the matter with you?&#8221; she asked. &#8220;I&#8217;m afraid I&#8217;m losing my grip and it feels like the world is shifting,&#8221; he replied. &#8220;Oh, is that all?&#8221; &#8220;That&#8217;s not big enough?&#8221; he asked. She pulled him close. &#8220;The world is shifting.  Go with it.&#8221; <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=heatherhindle.ca&amp;blog=782691&amp;post=105&amp;subd=writesome&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Jammed</title>
		<link>http://heatherhindle.ca/2007/03/18/jammed/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 02:12:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I wasn&#8217;t thinking about anything,&#8221; he said. She looked straight into his eyes. &#8220;Not the answer I was looking for.&#8221; &#8220;Give me a break. You don&#8217;t consume every waking moment of my day. I do have other interests,&#8221; he said. &#8220;Still not the right answer,&#8221; she said. His shoulders relaxed. &#8220;But when I think of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=heatherhindle.ca&amp;blog=782691&amp;post=59&amp;subd=writesome&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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