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	<title>Comments on: Fragment 28 /Winter&#8217;s End /None /Sun, 30 Aug 1998</title>
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		<title>By: Apocalypse of Jude &#187; Fragment 27 /Winter&#8217;s End /Matins /Sat, 29 Aug 1998</title>
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		<description>[...] Wasteland Mix: Fragment 28  [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Apocalypse of Jude &#187; Fragment 8 /Winter&#8217;s End/ None/ Sun, 30 Aug 1998</title>
		<link>http://www.aofj.info/transepts/fragment-28-winters-end-none-sun-30-aug-1998/#comment-10</link>
		<dc:creator>Apocalypse of Jude &#187; Fragment 8 /Winter&#8217;s End/ None/ Sun, 30 Aug 1998</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 08:23:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] she changes the focus of her eyes to look across the bay to where the water lies still as a lake, like the Starnbergersee she had once seen, and where the late afternoon sky is beginning to ready its palate of colours for the evening. She [...]</description>
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