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	<title>Shari&#039;s Telling Stories &#187; authenticity</title>
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	<description>A little poetry, a little prose, from Shari Lynne Smothers</description>
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		<title>My Imagination</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 16:28:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Shari Smothers</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Venturing out &#160;&#160;&#160;to the area before the fringe I catch glimpses &#160;&#160;&#160;of the freedom and frenzy there. I stall in appreciative thought &#160;&#160;&#160;about the beauty I see contemplating what could meld &#160;&#160;&#160;ugly and harsh with warm and attractive. Because, bitter, endearing, pain, peace &#160;&#160;&#160;are all present out there. Then it came to me that the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<!-- Start Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><!-- End Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><p>Venturing out<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to the area before the fringe<br />
I catch glimpses<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of the freedom and frenzy there.</p>
<p>I stall in appreciative thought<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;about the beauty I see<br />
contemplating what could meld<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;ugly and harsh with warm and attractive.</p>
<p>Because, bitter, endearing, pain, peace<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;are all present out there.<br />
Then it came to me that the<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;understanding key is authenticity.</p>
<p>All things presented without agenda<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;swirling and being out there<br />
on the fringe of conscious thought.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It&#8217;s the only explanation I can capture.<br />
So, on that assumption I drift out there<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to catch any treasures I might.</p>
<p>All I think now is about<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;my next venture out<br />
to the area of my thoughts<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;where dreams reside and where<br />
no matter the shape they take<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I&#8217;m free and fearless to explore them.</p>
<p><strong><em>&copy;2009 by Shari Lynne Smothers</em></strong></p>
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