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      <title>Ancient Mariner Diaries by markclement</title>
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      <pubDate>2020-02-28 04:56:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>First and Second Stanza Diary Entry:</title>
         <author>s04995</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I look out of the ship I have been part of along with my crew. As the crack of noon comes out, the sky turns copper, as the heat breezes among my skin. The bloody sun watching over the ship, as it hangs just above the mast, looking no bigger than how we see the moon. As we sail over the  sea, I almost feel idle. Day by day, we see the same sights, and feel the same way, stuck in the ocean as if we were in a painting of the sea.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-03-01 04:58:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>third stanza diary entry </title>
         <author>s04552</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I’m standing on the deck of the ship that I’ve been part of with along with my fellow mariners. All I could think of right now is the water surrounding us without any sight of land nearby. It almost felt Agoraphobic because all I could see in the surrounding is water which doesn’t seem to end. I wish I could drink the infinite saltwater surrounding me to satisfy my thirst. Despite the seemingly infinite amount of water, not a single drop is drinkable.  </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-03-02 07:48:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>First, second, diary entry (KG)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>There I am, on the ship deck looking upon my crew. I'm standing there upon the deck of what seems like forever, before I knew it, noon cracked before my eyes. The sky went from light blue to a yellow-ish red copper. The sun made everything look red, the top of the sea, the sails, the ship, everything. By now, the sun had passed over our heads... Funny, it looks no bigger than the moon. When me and my crew sail over the endless sea, I feel idle, day by day, we see the same sights, we smell the same things, we feel the same things. We always be the same, stuck in the same ocean as if we were stuck inside some idiotic painting.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-03-02 10:00:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Third diary entry (KG)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I'm standing on my deck as I see my fellow sailors do their jobs, but I shan't. All I do is think about is the water surrounding us without any sight of dirt, sand, stone, nor land nearby. All we see is the same damn thing we see everyday, the sea. The first few times was funny, but now, it's just boring to watch, scary almost. Almost everyone is bored and scared because all they see is just water, day after day, night after night, we hope we see land or anything that sticks out of the ocean, but we've lost all hope of seeing land. We just wish we could make land rise up like gods. We wish we could find some land soon... Everyone is losing their own sanity due to the fact that we aren't going anywhere. Almost everyone has scurvy, and I think this is the last diary entry on the high seas with me.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-03-02 10:18:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>First, second diary entry</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I'm now standing on the ship's deck as I chill watching my fellow sailors do their job. The sky is hot and copper by the bloody noon sun. Noon sun made sea, ship, mast, fellow sailors and every thing red as if they are all on fire. Now the sun was passing over our heads and it looks as if it is smaller than the moon. Under the sky what I see was water, water, and water everywhere.  As we sail around this endless sea, all we met was water, water, water. I start feeling idle to the blue water which is all we met. It was like as if the ship was stuck in a painting of endless sea. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-03-05 08:12:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>First and second diary entry</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Its a very hot day with the bloody sun up in the copper sky looking as big as the moon, as I stand here on the quaterback and watch my sailors do their jobs which unfortunately for me is now the only thing that is entertaining. I start to get dizzy as all I see is water, water everywhere and no land, birds, or even fish to be seen, and I start to feel as though I'm stuck in a painting of a ship in an endless sea.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-03-17 06:25:28 UTC</pubDate>
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