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	<title>Comments on: Do strawberries and blackberries blossom inside you?</title>
	<link>http://candacecarrabus.com/ScribesTribeBlog/2008/08/13/do-strawberries-and-blackberries-blossom-inside-you/</link>
	<description>The purpose of the writer is to save the world–Albert Camus</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 00:20:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Jerry</title>
		<link>http://candacecarrabus.com/ScribesTribeBlog/2008/08/13/do-strawberries-and-blackberries-blossom-inside-you/#comment-182</link>
		<dc:creator>Jerry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 03:26:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beautiful!  I've always had a profound respect for the way children view the mixed-up world around them.  God love 'em and their wonderful innocence.  As for what it feels like to write, I'd like to offer my own personal experience.

No blackberries or strawberries.  When I'm struggling to put a story together, the most glorious moment comes when things get rolling in my mind - when the creative fuse is lit.  It's like a marvelous sunburst when it occurs - a sunburst that illuminates my perceptions from horizon to horizon.  The ideas bubble up.  The words flow, and I lose track of time.  The story I've been incubating may be bad or good, but at this point I don't care.  A wonderful light has encompassed me and that makes it all worthwhile.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful!  I&#8217;ve always had a profound respect for the way children view the mixed-up world around them.  God love &#8216;em and their wonderful innocence.  As for what it feels like to write, I&#8217;d like to offer my own personal experience.</p>
<p>No blackberries or strawberries.  When I&#8217;m struggling to put a story together, the most glorious moment comes when things get rolling in my mind - when the creative fuse is lit.  It&#8217;s like a marvelous sunburst when it occurs - a sunburst that illuminates my perceptions from horizon to horizon.  The ideas bubble up.  The words flow, and I lose track of time.  The story I&#8217;ve been incubating may be bad or good, but at this point I don&#8217;t care.  A wonderful light has encompassed me and that makes it all worthwhile.</p>
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		<title>By: Amy</title>
		<link>http://candacecarrabus.com/ScribesTribeBlog/2008/08/13/do-strawberries-and-blackberries-blossom-inside-you/#comment-180</link>
		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 23:06:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sounds like she's inherited her mom's knack for poetry!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sounds like she&#8217;s inherited her mom&#8217;s knack for poetry!</p>
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