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  <title>Comments on 'More Than A Feeling'</title>
  <subtitle>But it was only theory, still. He only hoped that it worked as well _with_ paper as _on_ paper- and if it did, it was a breakthrough.

It would validate all that he had been doing, all he had sacrificed socially and financially- and more importantly it would finally bring him much needed answers. Answers stronger than simple thoughts or assumptions, that worked within his mind but had no proof of being true.

He felt silly with his hands finger deep in chalked lines, crumpling the edges of the textured paper, and he was ready to admit failure... but then it started.

And it was glorious.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-09T12:00:08Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on More Than A Feeling</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hah, I like seeing that moment I established from this perspective. And that first line is awesome&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-09T12:00:08Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Christian</name>
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