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		<title>The Call Of Nature</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2018 13:13:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>“I loved watching the waves crash against the cold, hard rocks that covered the little island. It was violent but also beautiful because it was an act of nature.” Karl shakes his head as he recalls a childhood memory. “We went there for our holidays every year in June, it was the only place where I felt at peace, even as an 11-year old.” “Maybe, that’s where it all started. Seeing nature doing these beautiful violent acts and seeing them as pure and natural, making me feel happy and peaceful inside.” He shrugs his shoulders. “The first time I did it, I felt happy, you</p>
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		<title>Sod Quality</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Caren Launus-Gamble]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>She walks through the department store, Christmas music blaring out everywhere, heat radiating from people rushing past on last minute errands. Oh, no. Hot flush. She can feel the swelter rising inside her, pushing to break through her skin any moment now and sending her into a sodden mess with her clothes clinging onto her like the skin around a sausage. Freda is striding away in front of her, pushing her bulk through the crowds, arms full of glossy shopping bags, chattering away and paying no attention to her friend’s struggles. “You get what you pay for, Mary. You pay for quality, you get quality,</p>
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