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      <pubDate>2017-01-25 18:04:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br> It's 6:00 and the sun is going down.The color is red and black. I hear crickets outside people walking up the stairs and my mom coming in the room to pick up the clothes to put in the laundry.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-01-25 18:50:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Gabriel</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>It was a quiet dark space. There was complete privacy which allowed us to not read our thoughts, but to read ourselves. The environment was a deep, calm, elegant place we all were patient which allowed us to understand ourselves better.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-01-25 18:53:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sufia Kaddouri </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Aziz Kaddouri sits in his home office sitting at his desk, huddled over to look at his MacBook. The room smells of tomato vines, from the candle perched on the windowsill. The room is lit by a single lamp that rests on the desk, and a animated picture frame, holding memories from years past, and home in a different decade.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-01-25 18:54:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jaylen Davis-Hart </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Standing at five foot two is a beautiful African American women with dark brown eyes and a nice straight smile. Rachael Hart make herself comfortable as she is lying down in a silent bedroom full of light. Making the conversation calm and peaceful.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-01-25 19:18:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Cameron Davis</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Catherine Davis is a employee a the EPA (Environmental Protection Agency) she is also married to her husband Kim Davis and is mother to her fifteen year old daughter Bethany Davis and her twelve year old son Cameron Davis. Mrs. Davis is about ‘5 4” with dark brown hair, a Caucasian skin color, deep blue eyes and she has freckles dotting all over her arms and some on her face.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-01-25 19:19:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Cepheus Randolph</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>   “We packed our bags and took off, we left everything behind, my friends, teachers, relatives, toys, our house. I was...scared.”Click, click, bzzzzzz. The kitchen fan turns on while my mom scatters through the house preparing for dinner. It felt like I was in the middle of a World War II battle, because of the smoke from the pan and the tears from the onions(relating to tear gas).  </div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-01-25 19:21:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Talia Roman</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Ms. Roman leans back in her chair and takes a sip of her drink. She has that look on her face where she is diving deep into her memory to dig up long buried information. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-01-25 19:23:31 UTC</pubDate>
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