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Handwritten last stanza of The Raven, a poem by Edgar...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly08apDiWQ1qlny4mo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mortisia.tumblr.com/post/16066861197/handwritten-last-stanza-of-the-raven-a-poem-by"&gt;mortisia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Handwritten last stanza of The Raven, a poem by Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;He has such girly handwriting!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://carlanyc.tumblr.com/post/20604693925</link><guid>http://carlanyc.tumblr.com/post/20604693925</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2012 15:34:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My earliest human memory is being entranced by the beautifully transparent, shining strand of light I saw. Until I realized it was my own drool. I disliked the realization that I was drooling. I was aware my mother was in the room, but I couldn’t see her very well. She was to my left, by a window. I was also aware that I was on my stomach, wriggling. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://carlanyc.tumblr.com/post/11324710122</link><guid>http://carlanyc.tumblr.com/post/11324710122</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 15:27:12 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
