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      <title>Visual Imagery in 3SK by Stacey Johnson</title>
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      <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:03:12 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Aidan O&#39;Donnell</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Not those poor specimens of rats you<br>see ashore, barely reaching the length <br>of a foot from their trembling noses to <br>the tip of their skinny tails, wretched <br>creatures who dodge and hide at the <br>mere sound of a footfall." page 6</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Katelyn Walzer</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><mark>On page 12 the narrator says, "His arms swing like those of a windmill, he quickly spelled out: Don't give up, hang it there a little longer! We'll get you out!"&nbsp;</mark></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Ty Reed</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Their teeth grated as they pressed against the glass of the lantern room, where they could plainly see us, though they could not reach us. A few millimeters of glass, luckily very strong, separated our faces from their gleaming, beady eyes., their sharp claws, and teeth. Their odor filled the tower, poisoned our lungs, and rasped our nostrils with a pestilential, nauseating smell. And there we were, sealed alive in our own light, prisoners of a horde of starving rats."<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Jack Rogers</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207631787</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Now, ships were a rare sight in our waters, for our light was a warning of treacherous reefs, barely hidden under the surface and running far out to see." </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:08:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Shane Knause </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Page 14: "The air was foul: even the heavy smell of oil within our stronghold could not dominate the fetid odor of the beasts massed around us."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:08:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Isabella Hoffman</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em><mark>On page 8, the narrator says, "Their odor filled the tower, poisoned our lungs, and rasped our nostrils with a pestilential, nauseating smell. And there we were sealed alive in our own light, prisoners of a horde of starving rats."</mark></em></strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:08:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Lexie Patrus</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The air was foul; even the heavy&nbsp;<br>smell of oil within our stronghold&nbsp;<br>could not dominate the fetid odor of&nbsp;the beasts massed around us."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Michael Petrick</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207631916</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>(Page 3) "Imagine a gray., tapering cylinder, welded to the solid black rocks by metal rods and concrete..."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:08:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sarah Lugaila</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207631927</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"All I can remember is wading through them up the stairs." (Page 10)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:08:57 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Luke Giannetti </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207631984</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em><mark>"Belly up mouths gaping, they&nbsp;<br>arrived in swarms and scooped up&nbsp;<br>the rats, sweeping through them like a sickle through wheat."</mark></em></strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:09:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Drew Sleva</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207631998</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"When they were&nbsp;<br>discovered, nothing&nbsp;<br>remained but three heaps&nbsp;<br>of bones, picked clean by&nbsp;<br>the birds."<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Savannah Nelson</title>
         <author>savannah_nelson</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207632123</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Picture a gray, tapering cylinder, welded to the solid black rock by iron rods and concrete." (page 3)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:09:37 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Sydney Fusco</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207632127</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>One page 6 the author states, "...his sharp cry will bring hordes of his&nbsp;<br>fellows to swarm over you, tear you, and not cease until your flesh has been stripped from the bones."&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Cam Polny</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207632129</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><mark>On page 8, the narrator says "Their gleaming, beady eyes.&nbsp; Their sharp claws and teeth"&nbsp;</mark></strong></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Danny Ditzenberger</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207632167</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em><mark>On page 2 the narrator states, "Picture a grey cylinder welded to a <br>solid black rock by iron rods and concrete rising from a small island 20 odd miles from shore."</mark></em></strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:09:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Gia Booz</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207632213</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"As the light turned, it successively&nbsp;<br>blinded thousands of rats crowded&nbsp;<br>against the glass, while the dark side&nbsp;of the lantern room gleamed with&nbsp;thousands of points of light, burning&nbsp;like the eyes of jungle beasts in the&nbsp;night."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:09:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chase Schaltenbrand &quot;Separated our faces from their gleaming, beady eyes, their sharp claws and teeth.Their odor filled the tower, poisoned our lungs, and rasped our nostrils with a pestilential, nauseating smell.&quot;</title>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:10:06 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Gavin Rawski</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207632353</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"A few millimeters of glass, luckily very&nbsp;<br>strong, separated our faces from their<br>gleaming, beady eyes, their sharp claws<br>and teeth. The odor filled the tower,&nbsp;<br>poisoned our lungs, and rasped our&nbsp;<br>nostrils with a pestilential, nauseating<br>smell."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:10:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Olivia Termini</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207632355</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"To the last  rat, ourbesiegers <br>deserted the swam out, and <br>boarded the barge reeking with the <br>scent of freshly cut meat. The tug <br>tragged the barge about a mile from <br>shore, where the fireboat drenched <br>the barge with gasoline."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:10:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Alaina Gasparovich</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207632400</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The ship was a writhing mass-a starving army&nbsp;<br>coming<br>toward us aboard a vessel gone mad!"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:10:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Arthem Faerovitch</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207632538</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"...I could feel tears stinging in my eyes<br>as I saw this fine ship headed for her<br>doom."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:10:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Wil Murray</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207632695</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>".. we found ourselves, bleeding from innumerable bites, our clothes shredded,  sprawled across the trapdoor in the floor of the lantern room-without food or drink." </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:11:12 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Peter Chacon</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207633122</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em><mark>"...sweeping through them like a sickle through wheat."</mark></em></strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:12:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Emmett Jay</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/johnsonsl1/7sw8adb0sqom/wish/207633132</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em><mark>"She was a beautiful ship of some four <br>thousand tons, a fast sailor that had <br>carried cargoes to every part of the <br>world, plowing the seas unceasingly."</mark></em></strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:12:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Lucas Swearingen</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong><em><mark>"A few millimeters of glass, luckily <br>very strong, separated our faces from <br>their gleaming, beady eyes, their <br>sharp claws and teeth.  Their odor <br>filled the tower, poisoned our lungs, <br>and rasped our nostrils with a <br>pestilential, nauseating smell."</mark></em></strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-11-16 13:18:44 UTC</pubDate>
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