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		<title>Letter to Destiny</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Celestial Heavens
Mt Sinai
New York City (Upper and Lower Manhattan, including the Subway)
India
Magic Fairy Land
All unnamed stars in the galaxy (and islands in the Bahamas not yet purchased by Jimmy Buffet and other celebrities)
Dear Collective World Forces and Keeper of Destinies,
(Includes: Gods &#60; all varieties&#62;, Buddha, Genesah, Cupid, the Tooth Fairy, Fairy God Mother, Glenda, the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brendawrites.com/blog/creative-musings/letter-to-destiny/ </link>
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		<title>Lovers, Shapes, and the Writing Life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I don’t want to write about you, and how I don’t feel right inside when the gap between us is so wide or when we spar, everything inside of me wells up and there is no fresh air getting through – I don’t wear anger well, or the time you are away. I dislike how [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brendawrites.com/blog/e-journal-reflection/lovers-shapes-and-the-writing-life/ </link>
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		<title>For All My Girlz</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There are a great many posts of late by women saying they have the blues and are feeling like their own skin is a size too small.  There is something in the air women are saying, maybe a funk has settled in, worse than the cold, harsher than the flu, debilitating like pneumonia, and that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brendawrites.com/blog/uncategorized/for-all-my-girlz/ </link>
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		<title>Making a list, and checking it twice</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I dislike making lists.  I pride myself on my memory, and ability to unfold the recent events that might make up the numbered items on the twice-folded piece of paper shoved into the right pocket of a pair of blue jeans and referred to as needed.   It goes against my grain, and if I was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brendawrites.com/blog/on-writing/making-a-list-and-checking-it-twice/ </link>
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		<title>Bring it on!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[**Breathe, one, two, three, wait before jumping over the edge.**
Mine is a cursed heart and was the moment I told the tall, lanky man that I wanted to kiss him.  Who knew he’d kiss me back, or that kiss would send me spiraling out of control?  Since that moment, I took to writing love letters.  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brendawrites.com/blog/musical-healing-and-such/bring-it-on/ </link>
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		<title>Brrlak, if love were a sound</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The sound of love,
the rrrrr, trill consonants
rolling r&#8217;s,
brrrlak,
a language
understood only  by lovers
falling
over the edge,
plummeting downwards
into the arms of the lover.
They touch ground
heel-toe-heel-toe
they circle &#8217;round
faster and faster
the dust whipping
in a frenzy at their heels
their arms weaving
overhead until
finger tips graze,
lovers ignited by
the rush
of the touch.
A dance once
started, too late
to stop, hips gyrating
slowly- in four-four time
steady at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brendawrites.com/blog/poems/brrlak-if-love-were-a-sound/ </link>
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		<title>Making lists</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I dislike making lists.  I pride myself on my memory, and ability to unfold the recent events that might make up the numbered items on the twice-folded piece of paper shoved into the right pocket of a pair of blue jeans and referred to as needed.   It goes against my grain, and if I was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brendawrites.com/blog/uncategorized/making-lists/ </link>
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		<title>My Hidden Room</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I enjoy the overstuffed Laura Ashley chinch cushions scattered carelessly around my cerebral office, like a cup of Joe on the go, so is my office. An anywhere room to retreat to, make notes in, to take comfort in, to sip Coppla&#8217;s Claret from cut crystal wine glasses, as needed.  I purposely decorated the virtual [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brendawrites.com/blog/on-writing/my-hidden-room/ </link>
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		<title>Writer&#8217;s Muse</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dear Lover~
I read an article tonight in the Arts and Entertainment section on the Wall Street Journal’s website. The article was about the loss of artist’s—poets and all others—muses. The writer mentioned Zelda, Gala, Yoko, Gonne, Georgia, and Suzanne (Fitzgerald, Dali, Lennon, Yeats, Stieglitz, and Balanchine’s respectively). There were other famous muses that I remember [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brendawrites.com/blog/on-writing/writers-muse/ </link>
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		<title>Storytellers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My family tree is sparse.  What I know about previous generations I learned by hiding behind the sofa when I was supposed to be in bed while the adults sat around the kitchen table reminiscing. I have more Intel from my mom&#8217;s side of the family because she and her sister&#8217;s were storytellers without knowing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.brendawrites.com/blog/family/storytellers/ </link>
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