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	<title>the path &#187; Nostalgia</title>
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		<title>Rollerskating</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2005 15:24:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steven Pickles</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[So at work all I&#8217;m hearing is 80s music and it is reminding me that I haven&#8217;t been rollerskating in more than ten years.  Back in West Palm Beach there used to be a couple of really good places &#8212; The Palace in Lantana, and Atlantis Skateway on Jog Road.  Are there even [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sonny Jim</title>
		<link>http://www.spickles.org/archives/2005/04/12/63/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2005 05:37:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steven Pickles</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This time last year I was preparing for graduation because it was less than three weeks away.  Little did I know that my grandad was coming from England (even though my mom did slip and tell me a few weeks in advance it was still a pleasant surprise).  Tonight as I was looking [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Look Back at Imagination</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2005 03:33:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steven Pickles</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I don't want to think of it from a grown-up's perspective because that will have meant I've given up being a kid and thus the end of youthful exuberance.]]></description>
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		<title>Lackluster</title>
		<link>http://www.spickles.org/archives/2005/02/25/57/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2005 05:14:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steven Pickles</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s been a while since I&#8217;ve put something meaningful to read on here because I haven&#8217;t been all too philosophical about anything &#8216;public.&#8217;  I need to start getting back to putting my thoughts down on paper instead of only thinking them.
Being the kind of person I want to be in all aspects is tough [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Departing on Gate Three</title>
		<link>http://www.spickles.org/archives/2005/02/19/55/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2005 05:34:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steven Pickles</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Over the past two days, there seems to be quite a bit of words and thought about a candle.  Whether it was the person who purchased it, the guest who commented on it, or what has been crossing my mind the most: what it has come to represent. 
This evening I was laying on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The First and the Last</title>
		<link>http://www.spickles.org/archives/2005/01/09/50/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2005 04:21:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steven Pickles</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t recall much about being a young child, but I can remember odd things like the first time I had any recollection of the furniture in my house being rearranged or when I called the fire department because my dad&#8217;s barbeque was on fire (in my defense it was flaming).  One of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Small Light</title>
		<link>http://www.spickles.org/archives/2004/10/09/34/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2004 18:46:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steven Pickles</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[So much of what I am today can be attributed to something seemingly insignificant when I was growing up.]]></description>
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		<title>Cool Air</title>
		<link>http://www.spickles.org/archives/2004/09/22/26/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2004 18:22:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steven Pickles</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It reminded me on a time when I was very young -- probably only about 4 or 5 -- and was in the backseat of my dad's car.]]></description>
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		<title>A Kiss</title>
		<link>http://www.spickles.org/archives/2004/09/17/25/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2004 06:18:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steven Pickles</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Frustration]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I'm fairly forward about everything else so why I can't bring myself to kiss someone for the first time remains a mystery to me.]]></description>
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		<title>My Eyes</title>
		<link>http://www.spickles.org/archives/2004/09/09/21/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2004 05:49:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steven Pickles</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I've always liked the way my eyes felt after I cried]]></description>
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