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	<title>My Writing Journal &#187; Lauri Blank</title>
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	<description>A walk with a few of my characters as they tell me their stories ... and perhaps a few other writings</description>
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		<title>The Breeze Dances: Haiku</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 20:55:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[The Breeze Dances]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Artist: Lauri Blank The Breeze Dances as the breeze dances his spirit teases her skin she smiles with his touch Michael]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://blankstudio.com/" target="_blank">Lauri Blank</a></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><strong><em>The Breeze Dances</em></strong></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">as the breeze dances<br />
his spirit teases her skin<br />
she smiles with his touch</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Michael</em></p>
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		<title>Sensual Rhythms: Haiku</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 16:21:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Artist: Lauri Blank Sensual Rhythms sensual rhythms she dances with his spirit folds him around her Michael]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://blankstudio.com/" target="_blank">Lauri Blank</a></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><strong><em>Sensual Rhythms</em></strong></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">sensual rhythms<br />
she dances with his spirit<br />
folds him around her</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Michael</em></p>
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		<title>Butterfly Dance: Nano Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2011 01:26:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Nano Stories]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Artist: Lauri Blank Butterfly Dance Leaning on the patio railing, Nicole gazes out into the backyard. It’s a Sunday afternoon in late autumn. The sun streams through the trees diffusing into golden ghostly glows. In a dance with the breeze and the leaves, the glow lands as undulating patterns of shade and light on the [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://blankstudio.com/" target="_blank">Lauri Blank</a></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em><strong>Butterfly Dance</strong></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Leaning on the patio railing, Nicole gazes out into the backyard. It’s a Sunday afternoon in late autumn. The sun streams through the trees diffusing into golden ghostly glows. In a dance with the breeze and the leaves, the glow lands as undulating patterns of shade and light on the ground – all the way to the edge of the patio. The effect feels like waves lapping against a shore – nature at play.</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Nicole feels a soothing rhythm from the shadow waves as her mind slowly begins to drift. She spots a pair of butterflies &#8211; they dance in and out of the shade. She feels herself swept up in the movement of their fluttering wings. Her mind travels thousands of miles away &#8230; to him &#8230; always back to him. She sees him walking along the lake – his smile suddenly bright. He knows she is thinking of him.</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Nicole feels his touch with the cool breeze on her skin. She runs her fingers over her arms in response. She watches as he bends down to pick up a pebble along the shore of the lake. He carefully examines it – appraising its shape – making sure it is just right. After a moment, he turns to her .. and with a mischievous smile, he asks her &#8230; again. Then, he turns back towards the lake and skips the pebble across the surface &#8211; she hears the words repeat with each skip.</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Nicole involuntarily traces the fingers of her right hand over the pebble on the railing – then cradles it in her hand. She suddenly feels the weight of his question as she plays with the pebble in her hand. She sees his image in front of her &#8211; smiling &#8230; she sighs as the two butterflies land together inches from her hand – waiting for her reply…</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Michael</em></p>
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		<title>Butterfly Dance: Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 22:18:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poems]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Artist: Lauri Blank Butterfly Dance He looks out into the backyard Late autumn Sunday afternoon Sun streaming through the trees Diffuses into golden glows Casting patterns of shade and light Nature’s artwork on display Truly, a beautiful day A moment to pause… He spots a pair of butterflies As they dance in and out of [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://blankstudio.com/" target="_blank">Lauri Blank</a></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em><strong>Butterfly Dance</strong></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">He looks out into the backyard<br />
Late autumn Sunday afternoon<br />
Sun streaming through the trees<br />
Diffuses into golden glows<br />
Casting patterns of shade and light<br />
Nature’s artwork on display<br />
Truly, a beautiful day</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>A moment to pause…</em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">He spots a pair of butterflies<br />
As they dance in and out of the shade<br />
They take his mind a thousand miles away<br />
On their fluttering wings he travels to her<br />
He sees her dancing in remaining rain puddles<br />
Giggling with delight … she knows he is there<br />
He feels her smile as the cooling breeze flows in</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>A moment together…</em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">The two butterflies land together<br />
On a bush right in front of his window<br />
Brings him momentarily back home<br />
Though his eyes must be playing tricks<br />
He sees candy corn shapes on their wings?<br />
Their last time together … candy corn shared<br />
It’s her mischievous wave to him … he smiles</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>A moment to pause … together</em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Michael</em></p>
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		<title>She, The: Poem 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 01:08:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Michael</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Artist: Lauri Blank She, The&#8230; She, the beach He, the ocean His waves wash over her shores She, the elm tree He, the breeze Her leaves dance at his touch She, the whisper He, the wind Her spirit resonates through him She, the canvas He, the artist His brush brings her to life She, the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="size-full wp-image-1665" title="Lauri Blank - Water Dance" src="http://storylet.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Lauri-Blank-Water-Dance.jpg" alt="Lauri Blank - Water Dance" width="446" height="640" /></p>
<p style="margin-left:5px"><em>Artist: <a href="http://blankstudio.com/" target="_blank">Lauri Blank</a></em></p>
<p style="margin-left:5px"><em><strong>She, The&#8230;</strong></em></p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">She, the beach<br />
He, the ocean<br />
<em>His waves wash over her shores</em></p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">She, the elm tree<br />
He, the breeze<br />
<em>Her leaves dance at his touch</em></p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">She, the whisper<br />
He, the wind<br />
<em>Her spirit resonates through him</em></p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">She, the canvas<br />
He, the artist<br />
<em>His brush brings her to life</em></p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">She, the piano<br />
He, the player<br />
<em>His fingers dance across her keys</em></p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">She, the violin<br />
He, the bow<br />
<em>Her strings sing with his touch</em></p>
<p style="margin-left:5px"><em><strong>She, the &#8230; muse</strong></em></p>
<p style="margin-left:5px"><em>Michael</em></p>
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