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<title>Fragment of Obsidian Dust</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2005 21:15:03 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Chapter 2-Journey</title>
<description>  Title: &quot; The White Garden &quot;  
  Chapter 2-Journey  
  She has to leave.&amp;nbsp; This place is too d  epressing.&amp;nbsp; She feels the wind tugging her someplace else.&amp;nbsp;  I do not belong here.&amp;nbsp;  So she plans.&amp;nbsp;   
  One particular day, she rummages through the accumulations of rubble.&amp;nbsp; Out of the corner of her eye, she notices a shimmer.&amp;nbsp; She reaches for the shimmer and pulls out a glistening sharp object.&amp;nbsp; When she holds it up to light, colors stream out from it.&amp;nbsp; Astounded by the object, she pockets it.&amp;nbsp;   
  The next morning, she leaves.&amp;nbsp; It takes a long time because the parts of the trail are covered in debris.&amp;nbsp; But she knows she must keep going.  
  After hours have passed by, she feels warm sand&amp;nbsp;under her feet that replaced the remnants of destruction.&amp;nbsp; She knows she has made it so she&amp;nbsp;lifts her head and sees a golden light&amp;nbsp;fading&amp;nbsp;beyond the horizon.&amp;nbsp; The light is comforting and familiar.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  
  Night falls and...</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2005 21:15:03 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Chapter 1-Awakening</title>
<description>  Title: &quot; The White Garden &quot;  
  Chapter 1-Awakening  
    She&amp;nbsp;remembers nothing.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;she feels light warming&amp;nbsp;her face.&amp;nbsp; It pries&amp;nbsp;her eyelid  s open.&amp;nbsp;  Ugh, my vision&#039;s foggy. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When&amp;nbsp;her eyes clear up, she studies&amp;nbsp;her surroundings and wonders:  Where am I? &amp;nbsp;    
  Apparently, this young girl is in a land of rubble.&amp;nbsp; It&#039;s a gloomy sight with pieces of old coal and remnants of demolished buildings.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;does not know what to do and becomes overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp; Blank transluscent tears slide down her face from&amp;nbsp;empty red eyes.&amp;nbsp;   
  Weary from tears, the girl drifts to sleep.&amp;nbsp; The next morning, she has forgotten everything again.&amp;nbsp;   
  She feels cheerful this day so she begins to explore this land of rubble.&amp;nbsp; The girl, remarkably intelligent, records her discoveries in her mind.&amp;nbsp; After a long day of wandering, the girl feels satisfied.&amp;nbsp; This time, she falls asleep with a smile on her face.  ...</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2005 02:30:28 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Prologue</title>
<description>  Title: &quot; The White Garden &quot;  
  Prologue-  
  It was on a full moon that the little girl was born.&amp;nbsp; When the child first laid eyes on the world, her brilliant ruby eyes lit up with delight.&amp;nbsp; Her parents smiled adoringly and enjoyed the moonlight.&amp;nbsp;   
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  By the majestic waterfall, there was a the protruding rock of a cliff.&amp;nbsp; On it was a small bench where a young&amp;nbsp;girl sat, listening to the soft splashing of running water.&amp;nbsp; She was an angelic child &amp;nbsp;with snowy pale white hair and warmly frank crimson eyes.&amp;nbsp; The girl was completely immersed in the waterfall, so she did not notice her disappearance.&amp;nbsp;   
  The little girl vanished.&amp;nbsp; Water continued to fall.&amp;nbsp;   </description>
<pubDate>Fri, 26 Aug 2005 02:34:58 +0200</pubDate>
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