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      <pubDate>2024-03-01 05:24:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>26 February:</title>
         <author>faithmiscandlon</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong><em>I can feel my room closing in on me as I sit here, staring at my paper.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>In addition to the anxiety caused by my ADHD children's incessant talking and lack of sleep, I also fear the thought of having to examine my own character and work in relation to my writing.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>I haven't written anything in almost 20 years, but am I, as always, overanalyzing this? Do I have it right that the question has something to do with narratives in fiction?</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>"Shhh" is the command I give myself after closing my eyes and taking a long breath. I decide to write down some ideas, so I grab my pen and paper. My children have finally dozed off after all this time, and I remember that I write every day at work. When I let my shoulders relax, I feel a wave of relief wash over me. With this newfound confidence in my abilities, I can go on with my writing.</em></strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2024-03-01 05:28:37 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>27 February:</title>
         <author>faithmiscandlon</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>The magnificent object in my house is overlooked daily!</strong></p><p>You go ignored every day as my family pass you countless times.</p><p>But when we moved in, we were amazed by your beauty and the way the light shone through you, played with your colours, and reflected them on the wall; we thought you were amazing.</p><p>However, today is different; I see you with mixed sadness for having overlooked you but with renewed wonder.</p><p>You are incredibly powerful and commanding while holding the sun and controlling the lightning; the other Greek gods must fear you.</p><p>I shall make an effort to look upon you every day when I pass by you.</p><p><br/></p><p><strong><em>Can you guess what it is?</em></strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2024-03-01 05:29:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>29th Feb</title>
         <author>faithmiscandlon</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>This is a poem that I have written with my daughter Grace:</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><em>I’ve got my money in my pocket.</em></p><p><em>I’m going to buy a space rocket.</em></p><p><em>I’m going to fly it to the moon.</em></p><p><em>I hope to see you there soon.</em></p><p><em>&nbsp;</em></p><p><em>But don’t forget to bring your spoon,</em></p><p><em>cause the moon is made of cheese.</em></p><p><em>&nbsp;</em></p><p><em>YUM YUM!</em></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2024-03-01 05:32:42 UTC</pubDate>
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