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	<title>Whisper Winds &#187; Charles Dwyer</title>
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		<title>Her Reflection: Haiku</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Apr 2010 22:04:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Evans</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Her Reflection in his eyes, her smile with impossible beauty she captures his soul Artist: Charles Dwyer; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><strong><em>Her Reflection</em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">in his eyes, her smile<br />
with impossible beauty<br />
she captures his soul</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://www.onessimofineart.com/artists/Dwyer/Charles_Dwyer.html" target="_blank">Charles Dwyer</a>; Haiku Poet: <a href="http://twitter.com/storylet" target="_blank">Mike Evans</a></em></p>
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		<title>Her Echoes: Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 16:41:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Evans</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Her Echoes Her echoes … He washes upon her shores in loving waves Her echoes … His tender voice floats to her on the breeze Her echoes … His electric touch that lingers on her skin Her echoes … The sensual taste of his lips as he kisses hers Her echoes … The magical feeling [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><strong><em>Her Echoes</em></strong></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Her echoes …<br />
He washes upon her shores in loving waves </p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Her echoes …<br />
His tender voice floats to her on the breeze</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Her echoes …<br />
His electric touch that lingers on her skin</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Her echoes …<br />
The sensual taste of his lips as he kisses hers </p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Her echoes …<br />
The magical feeling as he flows inside her</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Her echoes …<br />
Thoughts of him ripple through &#8211; awake or asleep  </p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Her echoes …<br />
Dream whispers sent for her &#8211; from his soul </p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://www.onessimofineart.com/artists/Dwyer/Charles_Dwyer.html" target="_blank">Charles Dwyer</a>; Poet: <a href="http://twitter.com/storylet" target="_blank">Mike Evans</a></em></p>
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		<title>Her Echoes: Haiku</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 17:41:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Evans</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Her Echoes]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Her Echoes awake or asleep dreams ripple over her thoughts echoes from his soul Artist: Charles Dwyer; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left:5px"><strong><em>Her Echoes</em></strong></p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">awake or asleep<br />
dreams ripple over her thoughts<br />
echoes from his soul</p>
<p style="margin-left:5px"><em>Artist: <a href="http://www.onessimofineart.com/artists/Dwyer/Charles_Dwyer.html" target="_blank">Charles Dwyer</a>; Haiku Poet: <a href="http://twitter.com/storylet" target="_blank">Mike Evans</a></em></p>
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		<title>Dream Patterns: Haiku</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 19:51:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Evans</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Dream Patterns]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Charles Dwyer]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dream Patterns she dreams in patterns immersed, a magical world she invites me in… Artist: Charles Dwyer; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><strong><em>Dream Patterns</em></strong></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">she dreams in patterns<br />
immersed, a magical world<br />
she invites me in…</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://www.onessimofineart.com/artists/Dwyer/Charles_Dwyer.html" target="_blank">Charles Dwyer</a>; Haiku Poet: <a href="http://twitter.com/storylet" target="_blank">Mike Evans</a></em></p>
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		<title>Her Reflection: Micro Story (Page 1)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 18:31:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Evans</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Patchwork The reflection in the mirror radiated a tortured look back to Austin. &#8220;How long had it been?&#8221; he wondered. Images of the last week flooding his mind &#8230; it hurt. &#8220;I hate this bright fluorescent lighting&#8221; he winced a bit. He thought Alanna would be the one to pull him free &#8211; yet, she [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><strong><em>Patchwork</em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">The reflection in the mirror radiated a tortured look back to Austin. &#8220;How long had it been?&#8221; he wondered. Images of the last week flooding his mind &#8230; it hurt. &#8220;I hate this bright fluorescent lighting&#8221; he winced a bit. He thought Alanna would be the one to pull him free &#8211; yet, she wasn&#8217;t enough &#8211; and now the bad chemicals flowed.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">Slowly, a mist engulfed him &#8211; the lights became more bearable &#8211; they softened into warm yellow glows. His reflection in the mirror slowly softened, then faded &#8211; he felt a release of pressure &#8211; a floating sensation through, no part of the mist &#8211; his lips formed an involuntary smile.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">And there was Alanna &#8211; she was looking away &#8211; she seemed at peace &#8211; finally.  He noticed the pattern on her left forearm &#8211; odd, he hadn&#8217;t seen it before.  She almost looked like a patchwork &#8211; he always thought she was complex, put together with impossible beauty.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">He tried to call to her, but no voice came out.  Actually, he could no longer sense his body &#8211; it seemed to have melted away into the mist &#8211; yet, he saw Alanna and she was beautiful.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://www.onessimofineart.com/artists/Dwyer/Charles_Dwyer.html" target="_blank">Charles Dwyer</a>; Author: <a href="http://twitter.com/storylet" target="_blank">Mike Evans</a></em></p>
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