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    <title>Gather: Articles by ines r.</title>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 11:53:02 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>My practice ride</title>
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      <description>This is me doing some yard work this morning.  

     

   

   

   

   My hubby is leaving for a month later on during the year and I was taking a practice run in our lawnmower. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 18:34:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-24T18:34:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Amanacer</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977351913</link>
      <description>  

  Abro los ojos  

  y la sabana  

  se siente suave  

  contra mi mejilla.  

   

  En mi cabeza  

  aun danzan  

  las imágenes de otras  

  dimensiones  

  otros mundos. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 12:02:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-23T12:02:05Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A thank you note</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977349315</link>
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        Last weekend my sister in-law invited us for lunch at her house. Her husband cooked some home-made hamburgers, and they were delicious. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 13:32:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-20T13:32:21Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Owl what...?</title>
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        An owl pellet, this is what my daughter brought from school yesterday.  

  Last week in her science class they dissected an owl pellet; don't ask me where they . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 13:19:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-20T13:19:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Finally, we got some rain</title>
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      <description>After weeks of not having any rain this afternoon we finally got some rain. The clouds looked marvelous and you can feel the electricity in the air. I love the rain and thunder, living in Northern part . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 22:30:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-18T22:30:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The best night ever!</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977348230</link>
      <description>       &amp;quot;The best night ever!&amp;quot; was Irina's reply when I asked her how was the prom.   

       She looked so happy recounting . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 21:48:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-18T21:48:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My daughter's Prom</title>
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        Tonight is my daughter's Prom. I do have mix feelings right now, looks like motherhood is playing games with me. Feels like letting go come harder . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 01:07:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-18T01:07:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Despedida</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977342159</link>
      <description>  

  Cuando te hayas ido  

  imaginare que te has perdido.  

  Y sin pedir licencia  

  a mi pasado o mi destino  

  me lanzare a encontrarte en el olvido.  

  Montare . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 17:46:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-09T17:46:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Learn something new</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977340763</link>
      <description>Learning something new can be fun and exciting. There is nothing more enjoyable than learning a new language. It can be a wonderful experience if you are open to try, to make mistakes and laugh . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 18:36:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-07T18:36:46Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Mi Universo</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977339903</link>
      <description>Abro los ojos 
 
 y los colores 
 
 saltan brillando. 
 
 
 
 
 
 El mundo luce 
 
 como un oceano. 
 
 
 
 Nado en lo azul, 
 
 verde, 
 
 rojo, 
 
 marron, 
 
 amarillo, 
 
 blanco... 
 
 
 
 Mis manos . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 17:06:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-06T17:06:39Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Me veo en ti</title>
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      <description>  

  Me veo en ti,  

  integra    y completa.  

  La de mis sueños de antaño  

  aquella    que casi había olvidado.  

  Me veo en ti,  

  con    el horizonte . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 18:16:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-05T18:16:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Tiempo</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977333861</link>
      <description>  
 

 
  
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
   

   Tiempo    ,     dulce     tiempo   

   Que usurpas mi realidad   

   Con mentiras de separación.   

   Eres un juego, un laberinto   

   Y yo . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 15:20:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-28T15:20:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>El Jardin donde crecimos III (fragmento de &amp;quot;algo&amp;quot; que estoy escribiendo)</title>
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      <description>   

         Esta mañana el amanecer fue espectacular y como todos los días en la    semana me levante temprano a preparar desayuno, hacer café . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 13:54:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-28T13:54:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Silencio (Poetry)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977331875</link>
      <description>Yo soy el coqui 

 que solo canta 

 en las hojas de malanga. 

 Y el viento 

 que roza al oido del campesino 

 herido por truncadas esperanzas. 

 La bruma que  muere saltando 

 entre . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 12:12:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>ines r.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-04-25T12:12:32Z</dc:date>
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