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				<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 00:50:00 GMT</pubDate>
			
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					<title>Happy Days</title>
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					<description>Isn&apos;t it wonderful to feel well?!
Funny how it sometimes takes being ill before we notice that. I had food poisoning this week but today I feel 100% better! Yip-ee!! I&apos;d skip if I had the energy.
I&apos;m now wearing thermals on top of my thermals and eating pies!!
Come on Spring time...show yourself.... soon.

My mission before the flower shop gets busy with St.Valentine&apos;s Day preparation is to sketch out an idea I have for the painting to go with &apos;Day To Remember&apos; (one of the new songs) it&apos;ll have poppies bleeding into the ground with the sun coming up in the background. One day the wars will stop. One day the pain will end.

On a happier note my sisters horse is coming to live on the hill and so Duchess will be alone no more. I love the smell of horses. Even their poo smells lovely. I don&apos;t care what anyone thinks... it does. No other animals poo smells ok... they must be creatures of the magical realm. I love them, I love their breath, their sound, their spirit and their companionship. The first song I ever wrote was about a pony...Carmen. Happy days.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[Isn't it wonderful to feel well?!<br />
Funny how it sometimes takes being ill before we notice that. I had food poisoning this week but today I feel 100% better! Yip-ee!! I'd skip if I had the energy.<br />
I'm now wearing thermals on top of my thermals and eating pies!!<br />
Come on Spring time...show yourself.... soon.<br />
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My mission before the flower shop gets busy with St.Valentine's Day preparation is to sketch out an idea I have for the painting to go with 'Day To Remember' (one of the new songs) it'll have poppies bleeding into the ground with the sun coming up in the background. One day the wars will stop. One day the pain will end.<br />
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On a happier note my sisters horse is coming to live on the hill and so Duchess will be alone no more. I love the smell of horses. Even their poo smells lovely. I don't care what anyone thinks... it does. No other animals poo smells ok... they must be creatures of the magical realm. I love them, I love their breath, their sound, their spirit and their companionship. The first song I ever wrote was about a pony...Carmen. Happy days.<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 00:50:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>God Bless.</title>
					<link>http://stephaniekirkham.com/home.cfm?feature=98637&amp;postid=178214</link>
					<description>A very wonderful thing happened, I saw my Grandma. 
She grew wings three years ago but I saw her peeping at us the way she always did as we drove away. 
Life is fascinating, emotional, tragic and beautiful. 
Will we ever truly understand it?
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She grew wings three years ago but I saw her peeping at us the way she always did as we drove away. <br />
Life is fascinating, emotional, tragic and beautiful. <br />
Will we ever truly understand it?<br />
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					<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 18:29:07 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>10) Blank White Sheet.</title>
					<link>http://stephaniekirkham.com/home.cfm?feature=98637&amp;postid=168531</link>
					<description>&amp;quot;See the clouds come. Come cover me...&amp;quot;


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					<pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 22:50:47 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>9) Never In A Million Years.</title>
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					<description>&amp;quot;Love like life never dies. You are my rock, my rock in shifting sands...&amp;quot;


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					<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 04:11:42 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>8) Heavy Boots.</title>
					<link>http://stephaniekirkham.com/home.cfm?feature=98637&amp;postid=163951</link>
					<description>&amp;quot;You are the break in my routine, you are my favourite daydream...&amp;quot;


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					<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 00:32:53 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>7) Somebody Else&apos;s Girl.</title>
					<link>http://stephaniekirkham.com/home.cfm?feature=98637&amp;postid=163270</link>
					<description>&amp;quot;I&apos;m living in another world...&amp;quot;


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					<content:encoded><![CDATA[&quot;I'm living in another world...&quot;<br />
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					<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 23:09:50 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>6) Garden Of Dreams.</title>
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					<description>&amp;quot;I feel sure the day will come when you and I will be as one...&amp;quot;


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					<content:encoded><![CDATA[&quot;I feel sure the day will come when you and I will be as one...&quot;<br />
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					<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 06:30:35 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>5) Monday Morning.</title>
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					<description>&amp;quot;You never know when your life might change...&amp;quot;

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					<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2010 20:44:42 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>4) When You Were Here.</title>
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					<description>&amp;quot;Always finds a smile for the sunshine in her life...&amp;quot;


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					<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 17:13:38 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>3) Inappropriate.</title>
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					<description>&amp;quot;I want to tell you how I feel and express it...&amp;quot;


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					<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 18:39:20 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>2) Stay Here Close To Me.</title>
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					<description>&amp;quot;All I want is for you to always stay here, close to me...&amp;quot;


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					<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 18:30:36 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>1) That Girl.</title>
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					<description>Unlike &apos;Sunlight On My Soul&apos; &apos;That Girl&apos; doesn&apos;t have a story running through it but each song has a feeling and as I watched the candle burn and listened to each song the images left behind inside my eyelids looked nice enough to paint and so I did and here they are...

&amp;quot;She draws a circle, strikes a match. Paper curling, burning, turning to ash...&amp;quot;

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					<content:encoded><![CDATA[Unlike 'Sunlight On My Soul' 'That Girl' doesn't have a story running through it but each song has a feeling and as I watched the candle burn and listened to each song the images left behind inside my eyelids looked nice enough to paint and so I did and here they are...<br />
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&quot;She draws a circle, strikes a match. Paper curling, burning, turning to ash...&quot;<br />
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					<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 05:13:37 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>12) Sunlight On My Soul 2.</title>
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					<description>It blew right through me, a wave of love rushed over and under.....



Freed by the knowledge her fears cannot harm her she thanks them for their protection and lets them go. 
Her world is transformed. Yesterdays drain away into the earth, feeding the soil. Tomorrows fly free on the breeze, like seeds, wishes and dreams, with love. Enjoying the present, she takes a deep breath of here and now and dances with the sunlight.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[It blew right through me, a wave of love rushed over and under.....<br />
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Freed by the knowledge her fears cannot harm her she thanks them for their protection and lets them go. <br />
Her world is transformed. Yesterdays drain away into the earth, feeding the soil. Tomorrows fly free on the breeze, like seeds, wishes and dreams, with love. Enjoying the present, she takes a deep breath of here and now and dances with the sunlight.<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 01:35:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>11) Sunlight On My Soul 1.</title>
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					<description>Welcome and step into the rainbow.....




A recurring nightmare strikes her down and fears flood in. She&apos;s on the run and each leap forward brings more dangers. 
A mystical Goddess beckons her to safety but it&apos;s short lived. She runs through the illusions, exhausted she cries out for help.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[Welcome and step into the rainbow.....<br />
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A recurring nightmare strikes her down and fears flood in. She's on the run and each leap forward brings more dangers. <br />
A mystical Goddess beckons her to safety but it's short lived. She runs through the illusions, exhausted she cries out for help.<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 18:26:05 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>10) January Day.</title>
					<link>http://stephaniekirkham.com/home.cfm?feature=98637&amp;postid=155207</link>
					<description>Thinking of you I feel warm inside, you&apos;re my favourite view, I can&apos;t hide my smile I feel golden.....




There was no reason to hold back, push forward or resist. She accepted where she was and looked to the horizon. 
The road became clearer and clearer. 
&amp;quot;Take this one step right here and now, take this one step right here and now, take this one step...&amp;quot;</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[Thinking of you I feel warm inside, you're my favourite view, I can't hide my smile I feel golden.....<br />
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There was no reason to hold back, push forward or resist. She accepted where she was and looked to the horizon. <br />
The road became clearer and clearer. <br />
&quot;Take this one step right here and now, take this one step right here and now, take this one step...&quot;<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 18:33:48 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>9) All For Nothing.</title>
					<link>http://stephaniekirkham.com/home.cfm?feature=98637&amp;postid=153760</link>
					<description>We can have this, hold this, love this, keep it together. We&apos;ll enjoy it, cherish, feel this love forever.....




She found the center of the hurricane, felt the power of the waterfall and walked across the fire. 
Now sat on the cool green center of the see-saw, in the middle of the spectrum, nourished by nature her heart glowed with belief.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[We can have this, hold this, love this, keep it together. We'll enjoy it, cherish, feel this love forever.....<br />
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She found the center of the hurricane, felt the power of the waterfall and walked across the fire. <br />
Now sat on the cool green center of the see-saw, in the middle of the spectrum, nourished by nature her heart glowed with belief.<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 01:51:52 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>8) Bonds Are Broken.</title>
					<link>http://stephaniekirkham.com/home.cfm?feature=98637&amp;postid=152187</link>
					<description>Washing my feet in the sea.....



&amp;quot;Seashore do you ache when the tide pulls away? Moon do you cry at the coming of the day? 
Earth do you worry when the sun says good night?&amp;quot; 
With every meeting there is a parting. It is all right.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[Washing my feet in the sea.....<br />
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&quot;Seashore do you ache when the tide pulls away? Moon do you cry at the coming of the day? <br />
Earth do you worry when the sun says good night?&quot; <br />
With every meeting there is a parting. It is all right.<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 21:27:56 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>7) Today.</title>
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					<description>The trees are silent, there is no breeze.....



She looked outside for what was missing. What was missing she could not find. 
She tried to fill the hole inside her but what she wanted was deep inside.</description>
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She looked outside for what was missing. What was missing she could not find. <br />
She tried to fill the hole inside her but what she wanted was deep inside.<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 01:20:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>6) Bad Dream.</title>
					<link>http://stephaniekirkham.com/home.cfm?feature=98637&amp;postid=150203</link>
					<description>Magic potions. East. West. Change the rhythm. Self. Deep, well hidden.....



She found a friend who was her enemy and an enemy who became her teacher and a teacher who became her pupil and a pupil who was her friend.
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She found a friend who was her enemy and an enemy who became her teacher and a teacher who became her pupil and a pupil who was her friend.<br />
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					<pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 13:19:19 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>5) Moving And Breathing.</title>
					<link>http://stephaniekirkham.com/home.cfm?feature=98637&amp;postid=149856</link>
					<description>If I could open my head I&apos;d let my spirit go free.....



&amp;quot;The birds move me but I cannot fly. I watch the lambs but not one skips to me. 
I hear the bells but they do not call me home. 
I must go now.&amp;quot; she said and she left.</description>
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&quot;The birds move me but I cannot fly. I watch the lambs but not one skips to me. <br />
I hear the bells but they do not call me home. <br />
I must go now.&quot; she said and she left.<br />]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 02:32:52 GMT</pubDate>
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