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        <title><![CDATA[DAWN with the soul of the world]]></title>
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	Peace is … Light comes… in this great world of incomparable beauty, with blissfulness bestowed on me, I walk, breathe, contemplate, I feel overwhelmed with intense joy and the impulse to give, help and create … I can hear the voice of those weeping and calling. All this suffering because we[...]]]></description>
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        <title><![CDATA[Mistful morning]]></title>
        <link>http://www.blueeagle1.net/article-31863813.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[	In the dark, mysterious magical morning, the mist rises from the soil in large, slow careful curls… the air is filled with water smells… the world, in dreamsome numbness, ignores the greyish light starting in the east. Now, the sky clears, a bird chirps a timid hello… and soon they are all[...]]]></description>
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        <title><![CDATA[First Sunday of May]]></title>
        <link>http://www.blueeagle1.net/article-31009396.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[	The light of dawn fills the sky with bird songs! The songs are contemplative, not yet the joyful songs of the days’ activities. Everything is very quiet and clean after the drizzle that fell during the night. The flower buds have opened on the trees and certain flowers are waiting to greet the[...]]]></description>
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        <title><![CDATA[Moments of grace]]></title>
        <link>http://www.blueeagle1.net/article-30310528.html</link>        <description><![CDATA[	This morning, before dawn, I was out working. The earth was frozen. I spent a long time tending the land. When it was nice and warm again in the sun, around 8, after my work, I sat down on the ground to rest and admire nature around. Suddenly, I could smell an onion-like scent. I looked, and[...]]]></description>
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