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  <title>Steph's Writings</title>
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  <updated>2007-02-11T03:18:53Z</updated>
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    <title>Hey</title>
    <published>2007-02-11T03:18:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-11T03:18:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I always like to say Hey or hear Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willow77:2435</id>
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    <title>What Do Your Dreams Mean?</title>
    <published>2007-02-11T01:36:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-11T01:36:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My dreams seem to show that you're very preoccupied with your fears and problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bad dreams indicate that you need to spend more time on your issues during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams tend to reflect your insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams indicate that you have very conflicted feelings.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willow77:2156</id>
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    <title>The Smell</title>
    <published>2006-12-11T03:28:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My favorite smell in the world&lt;br /&gt;is clean hot clothes right out of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of clean clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of soapy dishes while being washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of cookies being baked in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hug you I can smell and then when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I can recall a smell that reminds me of times&lt;br /&gt;spent with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you wore that day?&lt;br /&gt;What you wore that night?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car you drove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my mind the smell remains.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willow77:1995</id>
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    <title>I Am Awaken</title>
    <published>2006-12-11T03:17:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-11T03:22:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I remember when I first started taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me to take pictures when no one is looking.&lt;br /&gt;It captures the moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;While time is simply ticking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have gotten better at taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I like to remember moments.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna capture the moments.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on a photo that make my heart full of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I now can see what the eye can not see.&lt;br /&gt;Another world&lt;br /&gt;Objects&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;Anger&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness&lt;br /&gt;In an object&lt;br /&gt;The expression upon a face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you fake or real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I take your picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An image that attracts my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo of smile that lifts my soul.&lt;br /&gt;The light&lt;br /&gt;The color&lt;br /&gt;creates the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it can be considered art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puff&lt;br /&gt;Soft&lt;br /&gt;Gentle&lt;br /&gt;is something I create.&lt;br /&gt;That captures my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awaken.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willow77:1669</id>
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    <title>The divine one</title>
    <published>2006-12-06T16:14:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-06T16:14:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Diana (Latin)&lt;br /&gt;"The divine one." Also, Deana, Deanna, Dee, Di, Diahann, Diandra, Diane, Dianna, Dyan, and Dyane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diantha (Greek) - "The divine flower." Also, Di, Dianthe, and Dianthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dixie (Latin) - "The tenth one."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willow77:1397</id>
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    <title>Dreaming of Daizy</title>
    <published>2006-12-06T16:01:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-06T16:01:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I didn't write this poem some Diana that I don't know wrote it.   I liked it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a story about two twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of Daizy&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  It was spring&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of branches were casted by the sun &lt;br /&gt;The fresh air entering &lt;br /&gt;With a slight opening of the door&lt;br /&gt;You came to me&lt;br /&gt;Glowing like a daisy fully bloomed&lt;br /&gt;You lifted your tail&lt;br /&gt;And you spoke to me&lt;br /&gt;Tears fell from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But you remained calm &lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful eyes looked so alive&lt;br /&gt;So calm, so happy, so angelic&lt;br /&gt;You came to me&lt;br /&gt;My heart pounding as you approached&lt;br /&gt;Sadness and happiness collide within my heart&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe you were right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I froze in confusion &lt;br /&gt;Battling to wake from a dream&lt;br /&gt;But I could not wake&lt;br /&gt;You wanted more &lt;br /&gt;I touched you&lt;br /&gt;Your tail wiggling with a longing to be touched&lt;br /&gt;So soft, so alert, so giving&lt;br /&gt;I began to scream as my eyes full of tears followed your every step&lt;br /&gt;“Mom! Mom! Come here, hurry! ! ”&lt;br /&gt;Your mother came&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you with sadness and happiness&lt;br /&gt;Tears fell down her cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Her sobbing murmurs startled you a little&lt;br /&gt;So you gently spoke to her&lt;br /&gt;Calming her down, making her smile&lt;br /&gt;You stepped toward the kitchen &lt;br /&gt;Her favorite place&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite place&lt;br /&gt;Her escape&lt;br /&gt;Your escape&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn’t let me wake from this dream&lt;br /&gt;Until you made sure we knew you were okay&lt;br /&gt;That you were happy&lt;br /&gt;Even though you are gone &lt;br /&gt;That you are still with us&lt;br /&gt;Even though it’s hard not to cry &lt;br /&gt;When you are in an eternal sleep&lt;br /&gt;And the only way we can meet again&lt;br /&gt;Is through our dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Poems &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do like the Roman Mythology about Diana.   Godness of the mood.   She had a twin brother name Apollo.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In Roman mythology Diana, goddess of the moon and of the hunt, twin sister of Apollo was essentially a goddess of the woodlands, her sanctuaries were commonly in groves, indeed every grove was sacred to her. She was chief hunter to the gods also the goddess of nature, and of the harvest. the guardian of springs and streams and the protector of wild animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In art she is typically shown as a young hunter, usually carrying a bow and arrows, like her brother Apollo. She would use her bow and arrows to punish  mortals who angered her.&lt;br /&gt;Diana, like the Greek Artemis, with whom she was constantly identified, may be described as a goddess of nature in general and of fertility in particular. She was especially revered by women, and was believed to grant an easy childbirth to her favorites.&lt;br /&gt;Artemis was also called Limnatis, "Lady of the Lake" &lt;br /&gt;As the moon (lunar) goddess, Diana/Artemis  is sometimes identified with the goddess Selene (Moon) and Hecate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most celebrated shrine to Diana was on Lake Nemi, near Aricia. The attribute of the Goddess Diana at Nemi was an apple branch.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willow77:1089</id>
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    <title>Uncertain</title>
    <published>2006-12-06T01:27:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-06T01:27:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ever since I took this class.&lt;br /&gt;I can spot out shapes.&lt;br /&gt;A glance in a certain direction.&lt;br /&gt;A shape that I spot out.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are seeing things that no one notices.&lt;br /&gt;I like colors.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my memory is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Learning new information long enough&lt;br /&gt;so my mind can input into the brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is like a computer.&lt;br /&gt;Putting the data into a file&lt;br /&gt;saving it for a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;I can remember where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;Transportation&lt;br /&gt;Driving directions.&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Make keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;It's healing in a way that takes me into another world&lt;br /&gt;Where I really belong.&lt;br /&gt;I know where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my life is going.&lt;br /&gt;Past, Present, Future&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;br /&gt;The coldness in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain about the future....&lt;br /&gt;Scared&lt;br /&gt;I want to go where the stars are...&lt;br /&gt;Beyond my limits.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willow77:817</id>
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    <title>Naturally Gradually</title>
    <published>2006-12-06T00:37:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-06T00:37:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Naturally Gradually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were my memories of spirits that touch my soul unreal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for something more to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am magnet feeling the pulls of energy all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecting spirits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unknown quest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to want to force something to fit together learning that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can not make that piece of the puzzle fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forcing something to fit only  breaks out souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting us in our dark shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning nature can't be force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally Gradually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature can't be force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nature of life earthly connections happen naturally gradually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits energy are guided naturally gradually &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By SS 11/16/06</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:willow77:538</id>
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    <title>Hugs</title>
    <published>2006-12-06T00:32:09Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Hugs are great when either you or I are feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;They filled me up with hope.&lt;br /&gt;Warmth&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing your hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering hugs&lt;br /&gt;group hugs.&lt;br /&gt;A hug that says hello how are you.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Over the week while I sat at 30th Street I was watching people hug.&lt;br /&gt;I miss traveling and having a friend greet me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss hugs&lt;br /&gt;I miss friends.</content>
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