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      <title>My favourite quote by Phang Jun Yuan</title>
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      <pubDate>2017-03-14 14:22:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-14 14:24:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Passage from the book</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>H<strong>en the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, “What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?”<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>“They are the days of a long time ago, Laura,” Pa said. “Go to sleep, now.”<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa’s fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods. She looked at Pa sitting on the bench by the hearth, the firelight gleaming on his brown hair and beard and glistening on the honey-brown fiddle. She looked at Ma, gently rocking and knitting.<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>She thought to herself, “This is now.”<br></strong><br></div><div><strong>She was glad that the cosy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.<br></strong><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-14 14:24:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>My Favourite  quote</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>This is one of my favorite passages in all of literature. I think of it often, especially when I come home after a trip. “<em>This is now.</em>“<br><strong><em>Great choice.</em></strong></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-14 14:25:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>My Favourite Quote</title>
         <author>phangjunyuan1996</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I was just away for ten days for my badminton competition last time which may be the longest time I’ve been away from my family at a single stretch. I’m home for the weekend, then I leave again. It’s a good example of how habits affect us: when I’m home, I take all the little things for granted, but when I come home after a trip, I feel everything keenly, for a time.While I was at the competition, my younger brother had a birthday. I love getting the chance to get involved in sport especially badminton, but I do miss being home. Nothing happens, and everything happens. The days are long but the years are short</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-14 14:27:35 UTC</pubDate>
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