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    <title>Gather: Articles by Sandi S.</title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 10:07:42 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Vampire's Longing</title>
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 I am dead thirsty. I lap up the life of others, never quenching nor satisfying that longing within me for more. I am a vampire, always  in quest   of . I am enslaved by desperate pursuit. Ravenous . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 02:44:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-24T02:44:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Eight Days Dead</title>
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      <description>A hollow person carved and emptied, Stella was a shell and nothing more. An invisible soul, irrelevant and gone, like she had never been there in the first place. She was on a quest to be full. Full . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 15:36:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-23T15:36:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Monday Writing Essential: Construction of the Pyramids at Giza (C.F. Stewart's challenge)</title>
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      <description>I am so tiny here in the desert, my sandaled feet mere pin pricks on the sand. The sun is hot and magestic above my head. It groans as it pulls on the earth. 
 Music comes forth first, a grand orchestra . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 12:50:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-21T12:50:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Angel in Combat Boots</title>
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      <description>The sword fit her hands perfectly, an angel in combat boots now armed to the hilt. She swung it with great vigor, swiping away every lie ever told her. 
 
 You are unworthy. 
 
 
 You are unloved. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 17:34:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-18T17:34:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Rose the Housewife</title>
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 Rose the Housewife baked bread in the morning and rice in the evening. The starches make her sturdy and solid, but weak. She stood without elegance, grace buried within. Her hips swayed independent . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 14:26:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-18T14:26:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Simcha and the Mist</title>
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 Simcha lived near the mountain people but kept a kind distance. He watched them with a smile in his heart and serene love. They worked well together, eager to stay out of the world below and . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 17:18:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-05T17:18:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The God on a String</title>
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 She was as still as stone but whirling like a dervish inside. 
 She saw the God of Rescue, a brazen spirit-colored being the texture of rushing water. His strong arm struck the assassin, sending . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 03:38:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-03T03:38:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Mike, 13</title>
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 I flip through the tombstones, searching for my childhood friend, the boy who had a crush on me at 13. If only I had known back then what was important I might have appreciated his secret notes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 01:27:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-03T01:27:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Old House</title>
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 My childhood home was built in 1934 and since then 2000 souls have passed through its doors. It’s been 26 years since we moved away, but I finally made it back. As I open my front door . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 19:40:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-07-21T19:40:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Cave</title>
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 The earth opened up to take them in, worshippers tunneling deep into the ground, as if the heart of God beat within it. Their caves were dug out of the clay and dirt, temples hidden in the mire. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 20:37:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-28T20:37:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Elsa Cedar</title>
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 Elsa Cedar’s branches grazed the blue sky. Her long roots tasted the water deep in the belly of the earth. She was taller than anything else, strong and hard as rock. Her branches reached . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 17:26:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-06-01T17:26:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Thimus the Brave</title>
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 Thimus’ hands tightened around the sharp light. He kicked at the grainy walls, trying to reach a foothold. There was none. The sand fell away, and away and away, until Thimus was certain . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 18:22:04 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-05-29T18:22:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Umla's Freedom</title>
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 Umla the Fair picked flowers without pulling them out of the ground. She would hold the stem gently between her fingers, giving it a slight squeeze but not enough to leave an imprint or impression . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 18:56:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-05-25T18:56:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>40 Years</title>
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  I am almost 40!  

   Brilliant.   

  Brighter now that the fog is falling from my sun.  

   Strong.   

  Chiseled by time and strengthened by the effort required.  

   Brave.   

  I can . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 23:56:13 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-04-30T23:56:13Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Leopard</title>
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  From a dream...  

   

  The night sky was instantly filled with light, like the Aurora but unnatural. A countless array of spaceships appeared as far as the eye could see and closer . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 02:37:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-01-11T02:37:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Simcha and Selene</title>
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      <description>A view of Gather's own Selene Skye.   She said I could share it with you all. Hope you like it! 
 
   
 Simcha painted like God, each stroke a creation. A perfectionist, if he made one flaw he . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 18:02:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-12-10T18:02:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Simcha and The Angel</title>
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 My feet touched ground high in the Rif Mountains. My body is made entirely of gold and quiet landings are impossible. I met the ground with a thunderous shake, jolting the calmness and shocking . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 15:53:16 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-12-09T15:53:16Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Battle</title>
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      <description>The days embraced darkness, trading every bit of warmth and light for despair. A great war loomed on the horizon, mocking me as it approached. It would steal, kill, and destroy and I would watch helplessly. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2008 02:47:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-12-07T02:47:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Rat</title>
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      <description>Our island was small and pristine, filled with mystery and evil that seemed to rise and increase with the arrival of the missionaries. In opposition to them, or because of them, I could not tell at the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 20:05:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-09-18T20:05:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Tunnels</title>
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      <description>Jehangir dropped down into the tunnel, his bare feet hitting the warm soil with a thud. He moved quickly through the darkness, around corners and bends, through narrow openings and tight passageways. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 02:10:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-09-15T02:10:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Shadow Creatures</title>
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      <description>Patterson’s eyes focused on the shadows in the corner. They moved unnaturally, jutting side to side, as if pulled by awkward strings. He was used to seeing them, but it still unnerved him. 

 The shadows . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 01:27:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-08-14T01:27:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Alien Heart</title>
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      <description>It was a cool evening with a breeze like summertime, though it was late autumn. The Civil War statues on Monument Avenue seemed alive, guarding us maybe or waiting for their turn on the cobblestone streets. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 01:49:13 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-31T01:49:13Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Grace</title>
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      <description>If I had a million gold coins 
 And a get out free card 
 A trip to Happiness 
 And a joy unfound 
 With orders to give as I see fit 
 I would give it to the undeserving 
 The ones with the biggest mistakes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 01:00:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-16T01:00:59Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Aleksi the Liar</title>
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      <description>When Aleksi told the truth his tongue burned and slithered in his mouth, yearning to flee. When he lied his tongue was smooth and cool like milk, refreshing his entire body. Aleksi loved to lie. 

 His . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 20:09:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-15T20:09:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Suicide Spirit</title>
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      <description>I guess I was 9 when I first noticed a fog overtaking me. It was like I stepped out of the world. I could see you, but I couldn't feel you. I could hear you, but you weren't listening to me. Disassociation . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 15:05:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-10T15:05:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Were You Created to Worship God?</title>
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 Sometimes I think all mankind was created to worship. I do it all the time. I think I have worshipped everything, except actual carved wooden idols (I am much too evolved for that!) Although, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 14:13:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-10T14:13:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Two Men</title>
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      <description>It was Misha's job to bury the bodies, something he thought was unfair. But he completed the job with dignity, if you could call it that, because he was an obedient soldier. Most of his duties haunted . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 14:19:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-07T14:19:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Jesus Dream</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977390634</link>
      <description>Go lightly down your darkened way 
 Go lightly underground 
 I'll be down there in another day 
 I won't rest until you're found 
 
 Let me love you true, let me rescue you 
 Let me lead . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 21:52:04 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Sandi S.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-05T21:52:04Z</dc:date>
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