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	<title>My Writing Journal &#187; Gustave Caillebotte</title>
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	<description>A walk with a few of my characters as they tell me their stories</description>
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		<title>The Path Alone: Haiku</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michael</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Gustave Caillebotte]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Artist: Gustave Caillebotte The Path Alone on this path alone he felt disoriented his life without her Michael]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustave_Caillebotte" target="_blank">Gustave Caillebotte</a></em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><strong><em>The Path Alone</em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">on this path alone<br />
he felt disoriented<br />
his life without her</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><em>Michael</em></p>
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		<title>The Path Alone: Nano Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 02:09:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Artist: Gustave Caillebotte The Bend Henri walked this path thousands of times &#8211; and yet today he would walk it for the first time.  &#8220;Were those rosemary bushes always there?&#8221; he wondered as he neared the bend. For the past 23 years, he strolled this path every day with Gabrielle in his arms.  They talked [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustave_Caillebotte" target="_blank">Gustave Caillebotte</a></em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><strong><em>The Bend</em></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">Henri walked this path thousands of times &#8211; and yet today he would walk it for the first time.  &#8220;Were those rosemary bushes always there?&#8221; he wondered as he neared the bend.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">For the past 23 years, he strolled this path every day with Gabrielle in his arms.  They talked of the little things that happened during the day &#8211; inconsequential things really &#8211; but their time together was never about the conversation anyway, Henri began to realize.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;">Now, left to his solitude he found himself disoriented with his surroundings &#8211; the path seemed foreign to him.  He suddenly found it hard to imagine his life without Gabrielle.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-left: 5px;"><em>Michael</em></p>
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