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      <title>The Eggs vs The Valley of Ashes by </title>
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      <description>Please post a quote from Chapter 1 or Chapter 2 that you think showed great imagery of either the Eggs or The Valley of Ashes. Underline the words in that quote that impacted your mental picture or created a physical response, like sound, touch, smell, taste, or sight.</description>
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      <pubDate>2018-01-29 16:28:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 1 Aidan</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sounds, and squeezed between two <em>huge</em> places that rented for twelve of f<em>ifteen thousand a season</em>. The one on my right was a <em>colossal affair</em> by any standard- it was a factual i<em>mitation of some Hotel de Ville in Normandy</em></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Cha</title>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-22 16:59:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 2 Aidan</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/323103645</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where <em>ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens</em>; where <em>ashes take the forms of houses</em> and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move <em>dimly </em></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-22 17:02:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 2 Grace</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/323174680</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"About half way between West Egg and New York the motor road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as to shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. This is a valley of ashes — a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-22 19:09:12 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 1 Grace</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/323175756</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York — and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land. Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound. They are not perfect ovals — like the egg in the Columbus story, they are both crushed flat at the contact end — but their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual confusion to the gulls that fly overhead. To the wingless a more arresting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-22 19:11:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 2 Justice</title>
         <author>justice_business_us</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/323776903</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"A fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-24 05:46:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 2 Savannah</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Then <em>there were bloody towels upon the bath-room floor</em>, and <em>women’s voices scolding</em>, and high over the confusion <em>a long broken wail of pain</em>. Mr. McKee awoke from his doze and started in a daze toward the door. When he had gone half way he turned around and stared at the scene — <em>his wife and Catherine scolding</em> <em>and consoling</em> as they stumbled here and there among the crowded furniture with articles of aid, and <em>the despairing figure on the couch, bleeding fluently,</em> and trying to spread a copy of <em>Town Tattle</em> over the tapestry scenes of Versailles. Then Mr. McKee turned and continued on out the door. Taking my hat from the chandelier, I followed.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-24 08:17:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 1 Savannah</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>We walked through a <em>high hallway</em> into<em> a bright rosy-colored space,</em> fragilely bound into the house by <em>French windows at either end</em>. The <em>windows were aja</em>r and <em>gleaming white</em> against the <em>fresh grass outside </em>that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room,<em> blew curtains</em> in at one end and out the other <em>like pale flags</em>, <em>twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake</em> <em>of the ceiling</em>, and then <em>rippled over the wine-colored rug</em>,<em> making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea</em>.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-24 08:21:04 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 1 Abby</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/323894142</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I lived at West Egg, the — well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. "</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter two Abby</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/323894936</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div> "This is a valley of ashes — a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-24 13:48:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Xander Bowman</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/323953738</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Occasionally a line of gray cars <mark>crawls</mark> along an <mark>invisible</mark> track, gives out a <mark>ghastly creak</mark>, and comes to rest, and <mark>immediately</mark> the <mark>ash-gray</mark> men <mark>swarm up</mark> with <mark>leaden spades</mark> and <mark>stir up</mark> an <mark>impenetrable cloud</mark>, which screens their <mark>obscure operations</mark> from your sight.</div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>chapter 1 Daniel</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/324091054</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Nick lives in the west egg,the less sophisicated of the two. From his point in West egg he can see across the bay into east egg as it "glittered across water".</div>]]></description>
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         <title>chapter 2 Daniel</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/324097647</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>This is a valley of ashes — a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-24 19:06:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 2- Sid</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/324124160</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The interior was unprosperous and bare; the only car visible was the dust-covered wreck of a Ford which crouched in a dim corner. It had occurred to me that this shadow of a garage must be a blind, and that sumptuous and romantic apartments were concealed overhead, when the proprietor himself appeared in the door of an office, wiping his hands on a piece of waste. He was a blond, spiritless man, anaemic, and faintly handsome. When he saw us a damp gleam of hope sprang into his light blue eyes."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-24 19:52:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 1- Sid </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/324129082</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"They were here, and they accepted Tom and me, making only a polite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West, where an evening was hurried from phase to phase toward its close, in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-24 20:03:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 1 Cadey</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a <mark>cheerful</mark> red-and-white Georgian Colonial mansion, <mark>overlooking the bay</mark>. <mark>The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door </mark>for a quarter of a mile, j<mark>umping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens</mark> — finally when it reached the house <mark>drifting up the side in bright vines</mark> as though from the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a <mark>line of French windows</mark>, <mark>glowing now with reflected gold</mark> and <mark>wide open to the warm windy afternoon</mark>, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-24 21:40:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 2 Cadey</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/324165554</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a <mark>small foul river</mark>, and, when the drawbridge is up to let barges through, the passengers on waiting trains can <mark>stare at the dismal scene</mark> for as long as half an hour. There is always a halt there of at least a minute, and it was because of this that I first met Tom Buchanan’s mistress.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-24 21:46:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 1 Kyle H</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/324201331</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I lived at West Egg, the — well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-25 01:19:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot; I lived at West Egg, the — well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season.&quot;</title>
         <author></author>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-25 03:16:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a small foul river, and, when the drawbridge is up to let barges through, the passengers on waiting trains can stare at the dismal scene for as long as half an hour.</title>
         <author></author>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-25 03:19:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 2 - Ethan</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/324359880</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Occasionally a line of gray cars <strong>crawls</strong> along an <strong>invisible track</strong>, gives out <strong>a ghastly creak</strong>, and comes to rest, and immediately the <strong>ash-gray men swarm up</strong> with <strong>leaden spades and stir up</strong> an impenetrable cloud, which screens their <strong>obscure operations</strong> from your sight.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-25 15:31:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 1 Cydney </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/324518319</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>" I lived at West Egg, the — well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-25 22:05:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 2 Cydney </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/324518502</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div> "This is a valley of ashes — a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter Two - Nicholas</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/324526798</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"A fantastic farm where <mark>ashes</mark> grow like <mark>wheat</mark> into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the <mark>forms of houses and chimneys</mark> and rising smoke"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-25 23:25:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 1 - Nicholas</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/324527227</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"My house was at the v<mark>ery tip of</mark> the egg, only <mark>fifty yards from the Sound</mark>, and <mark>squeezed between</mark> two huge places that r<mark>ented for twelve or fifteen thousand</mark> a season. "</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-25 23:30:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 1- Madison Karr</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/324796057</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Across the courtesy bay the<mark> white palaces of fashionable East Egg</mark> <mark>glittered along the water</mark>, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-28 06:54:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 1 Daisia</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/325071485</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"It was on that <mark>slender riotous island </mark>which extends itself due east of New York — and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land. Twenty miles from the city a pair of <mark>enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay,</mark> jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western hemisphere"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-28 18:12:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 2 Daisia</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/325074003</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"This is a valley of ashes — <mark>a fantastic farm where ashes grow</mark> like <mark>wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens</mark>; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and <mark>rising smoke </mark>and, finally, <mark>with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air."</mark></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 2  - Peyton </title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Evidently some wild wag of an oculist set them there to <strong><em>fatten his practice</em></strong> in the borough of Queens, and then <strong><em>sank down himself into eternal blindness</em></strong>, <strong><em>or forgot them and moved away. </em></strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-30 05:08:57 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Mikka Spencer</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/327073534</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>This is a valley of ashes — a fantastic farm where<strong> ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke</strong> and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-03 16:42:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Chapter 2 Thais Abello</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I followed him over a low <mark>whitewashed railroad fence</mark>, and we walked back a hundred yards along the road under Doctor Eckleburg’s <mark>persistent stare</mark>. The only building in sight was a<mark> small block of yellow brick sitting on the edge of the waste land</mark>, a sort of <mark>compact</mark> Main Street ministering to it, and <mark>contiguous to absolutely nothing</mark>. One of the three shops it contained was for rent and another was an all-night restaurant, approached by a <mark>trail of ashes</mark>; the third was a garage — Repairs. <em>George B. Wilson</em>. Cars bought and sold. — and I followed Tom inside."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>chapter 2 Kayla </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>'About half way between West Egg and New York the motor road <mark>hastily joins</mark> the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as to shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. <mark>This is a valley of ashes."</mark></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being the <mark>warm centre</mark> of the world, the Middle West now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe — so I decided to go East and learn the <mark>bond business."</mark></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 2 Caitlin</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where<mark> ashes grow like wheat</mark> into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens, where ashes <mark>take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke</mark> and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through <mark>the powdery air</mark>.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-15 02:45:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jackson Mackay</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"But his eyes, dimmed a little by many <mark>paintless days</mark>, under <mark>sun and rain</mark>,<mark> brood on over the solemn dumping ground</mark>.<br><br></div><div>The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a <mark>small foul river</mark>, and, when the drawbridge is up to let barges through, the passengers on waiting trains can stare at the <mark>dismal scene</mark> for as long as half an hour."<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-17 22:25:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <author>695333</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The Carraways <mark>are something of a clan</mark>, and we have a tradition that we're <mark>descend from the Dukes</mark> of of Buccleuch..."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-22 19:27:31 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ashlynn Skolnick </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div> </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-22 20:44:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jasmine Joga </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/334346112</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The wind had blown off, leaving a <strong>loud, bright night,</strong> with <strong>wings beating</strong> in the trees and a persistent <strong>organ sound</strong> as the <strong>full bellows</strong> of the earth blew the frogs full of life."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-22 21:22:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Seamus</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"She smiled slowly and, walking through her husband as if he were a ghost, shook hands with Tom, looking him flush in the eye. Then she wet her lips, and without turning around spoke to her husband in a soft, coarse voice"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-28 22:44:10 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Seamus</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/336683620</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-28 23:27:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Gabi Lukasik</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/345049342</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The late afternoon sky <strong>bloomed </strong>in the window for a moment like the <strong>blue honey </strong>of the Mediterranean - then the <strong>shrill </strong>voice of Mrs. McKee called me back into the room."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-03-25 23:46:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Athena Petrovich</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jennifer_white21/k1zsoepsojv7/wish/350567396</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"This is a valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and <strong>grotesque gardens</strong>; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who <strong>move dimly </strong>and already crumbling through the powdery air."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-04-10 21:52:59 UTC</pubDate>
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