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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Facebook</description><title>The Sandbox</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @sandboxmediums)</generator><link>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Drunken Hillary</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/James-Jones/1100254/?z=370289"&gt;Drunken Hillary&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40583882825</link><guid>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40583882825</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2013 00:39:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>It Starts With You</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/thenameless/1105683/?z=370289"&gt;It Starts With You&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40583811112</link><guid>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40583811112</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2013 00:38:36 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>7 Gems of Salvation</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/elemental-mike/1102533/?z=370289"&gt;7 Gems of Salvation&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40583250437</link><guid>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40583250437</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2013 00:29:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>A Musical Number to Faint Over...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/elemental-mike/1102542/?z=370289"&gt;A Musical Number to Faint Over...&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40583233485</link><guid>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40583233485</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2013 00:29:22 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>And she gave me Salamanders</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/James-Jones/1103863/?z=370289"&gt;And she gave me Salamanders&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40582365467</link><guid>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40582365467</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2013 00:15:49 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Goodnight, I'm Drunk.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/insomniactwin/1107416/?z=370289"&gt;Goodnight, I'm Drunk.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40581228700</link><guid>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40581228700</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2013 23:59:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Will.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/SandboxMediums/1106779/?z=370289"&gt;Will.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40581051006</link><guid>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40581051006</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2013 23:56:29 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Out of Sugar.</title><description>&lt;a 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23:28:06 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Additions Doubled by the Mirrors</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelSpencer/1105327/?z=370289"&gt;Additions Doubled by the Mirrors&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40506803554</link><guid>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40506803554</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2013 02:42:18 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Online Multiplayer</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Rccola12/1072130/?z=370289"&gt;Online Multiplayer&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40505943396</link><guid>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40505943396</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2013 02:20:11 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The Heart and the Third Eye</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Hardcore_Zen/1096449/?z=370289"&gt;The Heart and the Third 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&lt;p&gt;As sure as the wake itself, bodies came and went from the water, with an organic arhythmia that synced elegantly with every creasting wave.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All mysteries revaled in a single afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Beside me, I remember hearing him say, &amp;#8216;All I can see right now, is a black hole&amp;#8217;, and I thought to myself, &amp;#8216;Poor shmuck, you&amp;#8217;re looking in the wrong direction&amp;#8217;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The seamless waves were sharing stories and lunches of ziplocked sandwiches as avian onlookers listened like the ocean&amp;#8217;s grandchildren; eager not for the tale, but the potential of reward for sitting patiently.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Doorways of shops were flooded as prophetic almanacs for the coming autumn.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every year these vendors are plagued with residing too close to the shore, but such a risk is worth the reward; nowhere else, perhaps, could one become immersed so naturally in the gravity of nature.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;From the zoo, a lion&amp;#8217;s voice rang, and the world heard. Tides shifted with the newest ripple of information, and continued their flow; as did we, naturally.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sand, an abacus of aeons betwixed toes, calculated the history of the water.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sentimentality of sediments reverberated in thought as the tide approached.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This body would profess its secrets to anyone willing to listen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Granulated as sodium, I dissolved to hear.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40122648764</link><guid>http://sandboxmediums.tumblr.com/post/40122648764</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2013 17:31:00 -0500</pubDate><category>freewrite</category><category>spiritual</category><category>nature</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>trip</category><category>psychedelic</category><category>atlantic</category></item></channel></rss>
