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  <title>Comments on 'The Land of Constant Dreaming'</title>
  <subtitle>How do I rouse myself from this land of constant dreaming? Try as I might, I can never completely catch something solid to hold on to. 

It's raining. I can hear it pattering against the flimsy tin roof, the sound of each raindrop magnified until the storm is disproportionate to the noise it's making against the eaves. I used to worry that the roof would just fall in. But that was ages ago.

I don't worry any more.

I stopped keeping track of things the day they took my books away, carting them off in big cardboard boxes. Not labled, of course. Not organized. 

Never the way I like. Never up to me. 

Not now. Not anymore.

They took down the clocks shortly after they took away my books. But they don't know that I've got something of a clock buried deep inside of me. They stopped up the windows. But somehow, someway, my heart just knows what's when.

As for where, I wouldn't know.

Somedays I can hear the mumbling down the hall. But always, always, I keep the note she slipped under the door.</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-09-14T22:56:22Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Land of Constant Dreaming</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Stovohobo, that&amp;#8217;s probably one of the most positive notes I&amp;#8217;ve ever gotten! =) Thank you, but I don&amp;#8217;t really think any of this is publishing material &amp;#8211; that calls for longer stuff, of which I seem unable to really do.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-09-14T22:56:22Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>[pens&amp;feathers]</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rhapsodyyinblu</uri>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Land of Constant Dreaming</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You know what, Pens?  I&amp;#8217;m not even gonna comment anymore.  There&amp;#8217;s a reason why they have a little thing called publishing&amp;#8212;do it.  It&amp;#8217;s much more worthy of your time than lowly readers like me.  =)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Anyway, as usual, your descriptions are beautiful, your imagery is astounding, your blah blah blah, etc., etc., etc&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/9170?basename=11515</id>
    <published>2007-09-12T01:11:49Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Stovohobo</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Land of Constant Dreaming</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;prison/place for troubled teens? not sure the setting, but  its a  good story and sad. impressive&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/9170?basename=11466</id>
    <published>2007-09-11T23:06:23Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>SKermitgorf</name>
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