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	<title>Zephyrus of the Anemoi &#187; relarionships</title>
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		<title>11th Hour</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 04:12:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love the sound of the wind through the leaves As a summer storm rolls in at the 11th hour The windows are open and I can feel the breeze pass over my sore shoulders and tired face I breathe deep, the cool Midwest breeze; Westerly is its name I am reminded of storms gone [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the sound of the wind through the leaves<br />
As a summer storm rolls in at the 11th hour<br />
The windows are open and I can feel the breeze pass over my sore shoulders and tired face<br />
I breathe deep, the cool Midwest breeze; Westerly is its name<br />
I am reminded of storms gone by, as I so often am at the end of summer<br />
As the great giant&#8217;s footsteps are heard rumbling across the plains<br />
Th pitter-patter of thousands of thousands tumble across my ears<br />
I repress the urgent need to feel the drops kiss my skin, instead turning toward my bed<br />
I lay awake and listen<br />
Listen<br />
If all nights could be this sweet</p>
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