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		<title>Sammie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Blog by: Rachel Irving | Photo by: Mindy Wilson Photography</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<img src="http://farm9.static.flickr.com/8143/7639074472_fb92250691_m.jpg"/><br/>She is an idealist. The bubbles burst, her dreams remain. She ties her hair in a ponytail, then when she runs it swishes like prairie grass before a storm. The alley is a grand boulevard that trails through her imagination. Its dirt and splinters are a hundred year hedge of thorns that protect her from [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<![CDATA[<img src="http://farm9.static.flickr.com/8143/7639074472_fb92250691_m.jpg"/><br/><p>She is an idealist. The bubbles burst, her dreams remain.</p>
<p>She ties her hair in a ponytail, then when she runs it swishes like prairie grass before a storm.</p>
<p>The alley is a grand boulevard that trails through her imagination. Its dirt and splinters are a hundred year hedge of thorns that protect her from witches, and boys, and other annoyances.</p>
<p>Her bubbles flip the world. They&#8217;ll barely drift before they kiss the splinters, but while they surround her they flip the world.</p>
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