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	<title>Whisper Winds &#187; The Waiting</title>
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		<title>The Waiting: Haiku</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Apr 2010 01:43:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Evans</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Waiting he traces her face her thoughts float along the breeze moments of pleasure Artist: Childe Hassam; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><strong><em>The Waiting</em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">he traces her face<br />
her thoughts float along the breeze<br />
moments of pleasure</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Childe_Hassam" target="_blank">Childe Hassam</a>; Haiku Poet: <a href="http://twitter.com/storylet" target="_blank">Mike Evans</a></em></p>
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		<title>The Waiting: Micro Story (Page 1)</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 22:45:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Evans</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Boys Sarah watched from the window &#8211; her right arm in the natural resting position on the sill, while her left hand fidgeted with the flower pot. She felt the breeze of the warm summer afternoon air brush against her skin. Her thoughts floated along with the breeze &#8230; She was, on the beach, [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><strong><em>The Boys</em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">Sarah watched from the window &#8211; her right arm in the natural resting position on the sill, while her left hand fidgeted with the flower pot.  She felt the breeze of the warm summer afternoon air brush against her skin.  Her thoughts floated along with the breeze &#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">She was, on the beach, watching Aden pop wildly out of the surf – wiping the water and sand from his face with both hands – she smiled inside.  He ran up to her and with a mischievous smile, shook his head to cause a spray of water droplets on her – she squealed with feigned displeasure – it was one of their moments of pleasure together&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">A sudden squeal from one of her boys in the yard brought her back.  Now, where was Aden?  Sarah yearned for those days at the beach – love was in blossom and she was so young – they both were.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Childe_Hassam" target="_blank">Childe Hassam</a>; Author: <a href="http://twitter.com/storylet" target="_blank">Mike Evans</a></em></p>
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