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		<title>By: Kalia</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/reflection/comment-page-7/#comment-185991</link>
		<dc:creator>Kalia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 19:05:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;i see my reflection in the mirror. i dont even recognize who it is. i simply stare at the face. is it me? tear stains are covering my face and the dirt makes it look muddy. Why me? and why now? I miss the old me who wasnt covered with mud and tears and pain...&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>i see my reflection in the mirror. i dont even recognize who it is. i simply stare at the face. is it me? tear stains are covering my face and the dirt makes it look muddy. Why me? and why now? I miss the old me who wasnt covered with mud and tears and pain&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Andie</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/reflection/comment-page-7/#comment-185992</link>
		<dc:creator>Andie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 19:04:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;The pine trees made for an eerie reflection on the lake&#039;s surface, like menacing giants, until they were shattered by the wake of a jet ski skipping across the mirror. &lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>The pine trees made for an eerie reflection on the lake&#8217;s surface, like menacing giants, until they were shattered by the wake of a jet ski skipping across the mirror. </p>
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		<title>By: Gabriel T Flores III</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/reflection/comment-page-7/#comment-185993</link>
		<dc:creator>Gabriel T Flores III</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 19:01:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;detection, faces uknown and known. Not sure what im seeing infront of me, whats being shown? glassed, glazed over water, my loved ones, someones brother mother and daughter. truth, god, age, youth. Im right here my reflections living proof. &lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>detection, faces uknown and known. Not sure what im seeing infront of me, whats being shown? glassed, glazed over water, my loved ones, someones brother mother and daughter. truth, god, age, youth. Im right here my reflections living proof. </p>
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		<title>By: dingo</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/reflection/comment-page-7/#comment-185994</link>
		<dc:creator>dingo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 19:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;On reflection I find that this exercise is both amusing and educational.  Whether it helps my writing remains to be seen, or not, by no one in particular.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>On reflection I find that this exercise is both amusing and educational.  Whether it helps my writing remains to be seen, or not, by no one in particular.</p>
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		<title>By: Taylor</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/reflection/comment-page-7/#comment-185995</link>
		<dc:creator>Taylor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 19:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND YOU SEE YOURSELF WHICH IS CALLED A REFLECTION&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND YOU SEE YOURSELF WHICH IS CALLED A REFLECTION</p>
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		<title>By: Bianca</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/reflection/comment-page-7/#comment-185996</link>
		<dc:creator>Bianca</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 18:57:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Reflections of light passing through, all over and around our dance floor. The bumps and beats...music flowing, moves our bodies to the melody of techno. Every one in their own trance, hearing and seeing different things. Moving different limbs.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Reflections of light passing through, all over and around our dance floor. The bumps and beats&#8230;music flowing, moves our bodies to the melody of techno. Every one in their own trance, hearing and seeing different things. Moving different limbs.</p>
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		<title>By: Bekkah</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bekkah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 18:55:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;She stares at the window, trying to see past the mirrored image of herself against the glass. But she cannot. The possibilities of the future are dimmed by the dried blood on her forehead, flaking onto her nose and falling onto the windowsill. It is caked under her fingernails. He might be gone, but the marks he made will be with her forever. No matter how they tell her to forget him, she cannot. She sees reminders of him in every part of her, within and without. The baby kicks, and she sucks in her breath. Only a few more months now, and her future will be settled.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>She stares at the window, trying to see past the mirrored image of herself against the glass. But she cannot. The possibilities of the future are dimmed by the dried blood on her forehead, flaking onto her nose and falling onto the windowsill. It is caked under her fingernails. He might be gone, but the marks he made will be with her forever. No matter how they tell her to forget him, she cannot. She sees reminders of him in every part of her, within and without. The baby kicks, and she sucks in her breath. Only a few more months now, and her future will be settled.</p>
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		<title>By: Copland</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/reflection/comment-page-7/#comment-185998</link>
		<dc:creator>Copland</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 18:51:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;My reflection&#039;s shadow&lt;br /&gt;
knows what I used to know&lt;br /&gt;
this is his gift and his curse&lt;br /&gt;
all at the same time&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He still hasn&#039;t met you&lt;br /&gt;
His heart is still so blue&lt;br /&gt;
But when you meet him you&#039;ll fix it&lt;br /&gt;
then you&#039;ll break it again&lt;br /&gt;
Like you did to me.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>My reflection&#8217;s shadow<br />
knows what I used to know<br />
this is his gift and his curse<br />
all at the same time</p>
<p>He still hasn&#8217;t met you<br />
His heart is still so blue<br />
But when you meet him you&#8217;ll fix it<br />
then you&#8217;ll break it again<br />
Like you did to me.</p>
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		<title>By: Lisa</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/reflection/comment-page-7/#comment-185999</link>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 18:50:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Reflecion. Jedes Mal, wenn ich das Wort Reflexion auf Deutsch oder auf Spanisch schreibe, ¸berlege ich wieder, ob es mit x oder mit kt geschrieben wird. Ich glaube, bei den letzten Malen hat mir die Rechtsschreibkontrolle immer x angezeigt, aber so ganz sicher bin ich mir immer noch nicht. Wer weiﬂ, was das reflektiert?&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Reflecion. Jedes Mal, wenn ich das Wort Reflexion auf Deutsch oder auf Spanisch schreibe, ¸berlege ich wieder, ob es mit x oder mit kt geschrieben wird. Ich glaube, bei den letzten Malen hat mir die Rechtsschreibkontrolle immer x angezeigt, aber so ganz sicher bin ich mir immer noch nicht. Wer weiﬂ, was das reflektiert?</p>
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		<title>By: none.</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/reflection/comment-page-7/#comment-186000</link>
		<dc:creator>none.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 18:46:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;reflection on the water and fell in after about a minute and had not time to remember what was going on. i was staring at myself for a moment and then i suddently feel into myself and got lost. i was feeling the water going up my nose and trying to choke me. i couldn&#039;t breathe and wonderd yhow i could do that to myself&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>reflection on the water and fell in after about a minute and had not time to remember what was going on. i was staring at myself for a moment and then i suddently feel into myself and got lost. i was feeling the water going up my nose and trying to choke me. i couldn&#8217;t breathe and wonderd yhow i could do that to myself</p>
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