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		<title>Innisfallen in the Making…</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 12:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Three Dwellings of Wisdom]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I hadn’t expected it and maybe it was the change from the slate blue lake to the closeness of the green of the island, but once I set foot upon Innisfallen, I knew it was a special place. I wonder if, as I suspect,  it is inherently spiritual or if the centuries of learning, contemplative [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the son of the edge of battle</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 07:33:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Immram]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[But for now we are in trouble. We have been raided. We are dead. We find ourselves in the paradoxical moment that is both death and birth. Do we need a book of the dead? Do we need a book of the living? Could the book of the dead also be the book of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>i tend our hearth</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 19:29:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[She came ashore, still glistening and wet from the sea, shared her drink and showed me symbols of mysterious things and stones and shells, she laughed and I laughed with her. Not wanting her to leave, I took her to my hearth. She spoke, I could not understand, when I spoke, she smiled, but made [...]]]></description>
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