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      <title>Roadtrip!</title>
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      <description>&lt;div&gt;It seems like most of my colorado friends stopped using this site around the same time I finally signed up, but just in case:&#xD;
I'll be there in a couple days! After a handful of delays, Talia and I are finally leaving!&#xD;
Colorado first, then to Portland, then slowly south back south to Santa Cruz!&#xD;
If you're in one of those places, catch us on the way!&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 03:10:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Ania</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-03-10T03:10:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A drive through the desert</title>
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      <description>&lt;div&gt;Like static noise and spinning wheels is the sound we make as we head on the way to the high, parched, and burnt place. We travel early, before the sun dutifully rises, only to escape the dread of the mass. So through sleepy, sickly, and aching body, we make our way to the place of deserted dreams, the land of desperation and hopelessness. To see our friend (the long lost) who now we hardly recognize. Its been so long since our eyes have seen his countenance; his doesnt look the same, visage and torso. A stranger now, but still eternally linked by chance. So we arrive to surround ourselves with walls (so thick) and fences (so high) and guard our walls that keep us trapped. So thick, nothing can penetrate, nothing can touch us here. No one can find us here. But to dwell here to long, would mean indefinite placement. So off we travel through mountains and valleys so high and so low, and being only able to go where the wind blows. As we look at our faces in mirrors so dim, we see that we grown tired and old, our eyes look so cold. And so we try to warm our hearts with fires from times past, but the embers wont catch flame, its gone too fast.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 20:37:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Ania</dc:creator>
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