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		<title>on toast</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[He didn&#8217;t mind the rain. It peppered him, the tiny droplets settling and disappearing into the fabric of his shirt. He noticed it. He tried feel each individual drop as it landed on his head. Not to count, but to give each one its due. It occurred to him for a moment to seek shelter. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>pub chat</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 12:45:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;So.&#8217;
&#8216;Yeah.&#8217;
&#8216;So what&#8217;d she say?&#8217;
&#8216;She said she&#8217;d think about it.&#8217;
He drank his pint and fiddled with the beer mat, spinning it on its corner. Everyone else&#8217;s eyes were stuck to the television. It was some manner of football final, he thought. 
She didn&#8217;t touch her beer. Her hands lay on the table, her long fingers splayed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>rise</title>
		<link>http://rwhbray.wordpress.com/2008/05/10/rise/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 18:58:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He wiggled his toes in the sand, felt the chill as the water seeped up through it. It made his bones cold, his flesh numb. He stayed. 
The gulls slept in the nooks of the cliffs above. He sank in the wet sand and the tide approached until it rushed around his shins. His legs [...]]]></description>
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		<title>wake-up</title>
		<link>http://rwhbray.wordpress.com/2008/04/26/wake-up/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 13:19:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The warmth of the sunbeam woke him. It smothered. It felt like a blanket on his face. He opened his eyes and regretted it, squinting, flinching, he tried to block the light with his forearm. A cushion fell from the couch. He stopped and watched the dust float in the blanket of light. A few [...]]]></description>
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		<title>lochside</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 15:25:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The water lapped the rocks with a murmur. Calming, whispering; an eternal conversation that all could hear, but none understand. 
She skipped a stone across the gentle waves. It hopped four times then skidded along the surface before sinking beneath. Her fingers snapped and she faked a pout. 
&#8216;I can do better you know.&#8217;
&#8216;I know.&#8217;
The [...]]]></description>
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		<title>morning wine.</title>
		<link>http://rwhbray.wordpress.com/2008/03/01/morning-wine/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 17:01:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She lit a cigarette without interest. The smoke joined the haze of the room. It was like sitting inside a cataract. She sipped some wine. Her glass was filthy. Handprints and lip smears of an evening&#8217;s drinking turned morning covered it. Her eyes flicked to the grey light growing at the window. Her fingers flicked [...]]]></description>
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		<title>silent film</title>
		<link>http://rwhbray.wordpress.com/2008/02/12/silent-film/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 12:28:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The hearse sits in the rain below the window. Black-clad mourners huddle, hunched, whispering memories and condolences in the shadow of the church. They hold their hats against the wind. The trees whip to-and-fro in frantic abandon, ignorant of the somber pace of those in their shadow. Children hold the hands of elders, the boys [...]]]></description>
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		<title>mine (edited)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 10:56:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[it is my heart.
and it will bash against the rocks.
it will be beaten
by the torrent,
by the tumult,
by the maelstrom.
it will hurt
it will bruise
it will rend
until it tears.
but it will not break
it will not surrender
it will not lose hope
it will feel all the pain
every moment of it
battered
bruised
but it will heal
it will feel elation
it will feel love [...]]]></description>
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		<title>collioure ii</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 16:36:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The rock is layered.
The rock is jagged.
It breaks through the soil.
It cuts down to the sea.
The turquoise sea
That takes the light
From the sun
And makes it
different.
The vines cling
Perilously
To the rock.
Their roots dig deep
Searching
Splitting
Shattering
Rock and soil,
Looking for water.
The homes cling
Perilously
To the Rock.
They become villages.
Right down to the sea.
The stone sits,
Set on rock.
Perpendicular.
Layers upon layers.
Ochre, purple,
Obsidian
Pale.
   [...]]]></description>
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		<title>collioure i</title>
		<link>http://rwhbray.wordpress.com/2008/01/13/collioure-i/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 16:32:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Morning and evening are coloured with pastels.
The sea, the clouds, the hills and mountains.
And the sun.
Sometimes faded, sometimes intense.
But always pastel.
Always vibrant.
Never wanting.
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