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		<title>The Mowing of a Field</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is a valley in South England remote from ambition and from fear, where the passage of strangers is rare and unperceived, and where the scent of the grass in summer is breathed only by those who are native to that unvisited land. The roads to the Channel do not traverse it; they choose upon [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Illness Of My Muse</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The other day I noticed that my Muse, who had long been ailing, silent and morose, was showing signs of actual illness. Now, though it is by no means one of my habits to coddle the dogs, cats and other familiars of my household, yet my Muse had so pitiful an appearance that I determined [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On The Pleasure Of Taking Up One’s Pen</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Among the sadder and smaller pleasures of this world I count this pleasure: the pleasure of taking up one’s pen. It has been said by very many people that there is a tangible pleasure in the mere act of writing: in choosing and arranging words. It has been denied by many. It is affirmed and [...]]]></description>
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