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    <title type="text">More Than A Feeling</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;But it was only theory, still. He only hoped that it worked as well &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; paper as &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; paper- and if it did, it was a breakthrough.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;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&amp;#8230; but then it started.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;And it was glorious.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-09T11:46:31Z</published>
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      <name>Comic</name>
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